Yadira and Leonardo, when they’re together, are an incredibly entertaining duo… though always surrounded by a strange tension no one can quite explain.

After achieving her dream of becoming a photographer, Yadira came up with a brilliant—and slightly reckless—idea: to use her camera to dive into the world of mystery investigation. In English, they call an “amateur detective.” And yes, let’s emphasize amateur, because she wasn’t a police officer nor did she have any kind of license.

She created an Instagram account called “La Lupa”, her shiny new virtual investigation office. The first person she told was Leonardo. He, being himself, burst out laughing, but when he saw the sad look on her face, he stopped cold, hugged her, and encouraged her to chase her detective dream.

Weeks went by… and the account still had zero followers. Yadira was convinced it would be a hit, but apparently, no one cared about a detective without a badge.

Until one day, a notification appeared: a like. Yadira jumped with joy. Someone had finally seen her “office”… because miserable Leonardo hadn’t even checked it out. Some friend he was.

Minutes later, she received a direct message. It was Patricia, a young woman who had recently lost her sister to a brutal illness. She suspected the girl’s boyfriend, a certain Toto Toto, was involved and needed the services of La Lupa.

Yadira replied with an immediate yes and invited her to her “office,” which was actually a room in her house decorated with a peculiar handmade sign:

“Private Investigation Office”

Patricia shared her story: her sister had been in a relationship with the infamous Toto Toto, a cocky neighborhood playboy. The family had always warned her that the relationship was unhealthy, but she never listened. When she fell ill, Toto vanished from the face of the earth, leaving her alone and devastated. Patricia was convinced he had something to do with her suffering and wanted justice.

Yadira put a hand on her head. This wasn’t an easy case. But it was her first case, and she was willing to take it—at least in exchange for a good meal. She even imagined celebrating with Leonardo, though she was still annoyed with him for disappearing under the excuse of editing a video of some old folks dancing in downtown Caracas.

With all the information gathered, Yadira began her investigation. She considered asking Leonardo for help but chose not to: she wanted to prove she could handle it on her own. She was a determined girl, and she intended to show it.

Weeks later, she managed to track down Toto’s address, his routines, friends, job… everything. When she presented the report to Patricia, their suspicions were confirmed: Toto seduced young women, took their money, and blackmailed them with intimate photos.

There was one crucial step left: they needed to enter the man’s residence to recover the photographs and take him to justice.

Without thinking too much, they jumped into Yadira’s Fiat and parked outside the building. They waited for hours—coffee, snacks, an entire ham bread—until Toto finally left. Once he was far enough, they entered the apartment.

The place was a disaster. Messy drawers, boxes full of trash, bottles everywhere, rotten food in the fridge, and a bathroom that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned since the day Columbus arrived.

In the bedroom, they found a metal box secured with a padlock. Patricia grabbed a crowbar and opened it. The evidence was inside. But just then, the front door opened.

Toto had returned.

The girls panicked: the only hiding spot was a closet that only fit one person. Yadira pushed Patricia inside and, without thinking twice, jumped out the window. Luckily, it was the first floor, and she landed straight in a trash container. She was completely fine—athletic and strong as she was, jogging up El Ávila every week.

Weeks passed without any news from Patricia. Until one day, someone knocked on the office door. It was her.

Patricia explained what happened: Toto came in, went straight to the bedroom, took off his shirt, and opened the closet. They came face to face. Patricia, being a lovely girl, froze the moment she saw his chest.

—“Woooow!” was all she managed to say.

—“Earth to you, woman!” Yadira shouted. “What happened next?”

Blushing, Patricia confessed: she fell in love with Toto and had come to thank Yadira for her services… and to deliver an invitation to her wedding. Yes, her wedding to the suspect is scheduled for the following weekend.

Yadira grabbed her head once more. Everything had been pure madness, but in the end, she had solved the case—just not the way she expected. She decided that amateur detective work wasn’t for her. Matchmaking was more her thing. She changed the sign from “Private Investigation” to:

“Matchmaker – Casamentera. Amateur Cupid.”

Meanwhile, Leonardo was still fighting with a transition in his editing software.

And that’s my five minutes.