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Mateo looked at the city waking up, then back at her. "Maybe. But tonight? Tonight was worth every bit of trouble."

The night became a blur of reggaeton and borrowed confidence. They flew through the streets of Santurce, the humid wind whipping through their hair as they moved from one spot to the next. For the first time, Mateo wasn't worried about tomorrow morning or his clean sneakers. He was living in the bridge of the song—that moment where the beat drops and everything else disappears. bad_bunny_ft_chencho_corleone_me_porto_bonito_l...

As Bad Bunny’s verse kicked in— “Tú no eres bebita, tú eres bebot” —Mateo realized he had two choices: stay by the bar with his water, or walk into the storm. He smoothed his shirt, left his caution at the table, and headed toward the dance floor. Mateo looked at the city waking up, then back at her

"I am," Mateo replied, a smirk finally breaking his composed mask. "But for you, I’m willing to forget how to behave." Tonight was worth every bit of trouble