-How does this pendejo even know your name ? Papi asks.

-Well, I really didn’t expect to see him there. He… He was one of my mother’s collaborators, replies Helena while taking off her heels. I met him just a few times, but not that much. To be honest I remember him mostly because I slept with her housekeeper, once, she adds with mischief.

Papi chuckles softly. She needs to relax after this stressful episode. She’s nervous but also relieved to finally have some concrete clues to purchase Tasha’s trail. Helena just told her everything, in hushed voice, and they spent almost one hour writing down everything, adding Papi’s notes about the meeting (body language) and emailing all this to their friends with Max’s encrypted software. The news aren’t that good, but the most important thing is that they are 90% sure Tasha’s alive.

-We’re gonna get through this Papi. We’ll bring her back. I mean, how could it be different ?

-I know, girl. I promised this to Alice. And to T, as well.

-You promised Tasha you’re gonna bring her back ? repeats Helena with some kind of naively.

-You know, chica, my life has many setbacks but I do believe in God.

-Of course, I’m sorry.

A silence. Not that long. But long enough to hear their breaths, making rhythmic with this little background noise that both of them seemed really focused on. Then, Papi’s breaking it. For Papi, breaking a silence has nothing to deal with the things she used to break. Her ice-breaking sentences while flirting with a lady, the hearts she broke thinking that love was not really for her, and that time she broke her madrecita’s favorite vase.

-Helena..

-Hmm ?

-You… you looked really sexy in that dress.

There we go. I believe you know what I’m gonna say. What are the girls doing at this moment of the movie ? What if a latina, Don Juan, playa, badass, ladykiller Papi suddenly decides to open her heart and just want to have the most incredible sultry night with a female, a woman, a lady, and even not sneaking-out the bedroom in the morning, because Papi doesn’t do breakfast ?

Well, I guess I’ll let you imagine that.