Leonardo knew the saying was true; you don’t argue with popular wisdom.

“A coward doesn’t kiss a pretty woman.”

So he couldn’t be trailing behind. He had to go after his goal without holding anything back.

And what was that goal?
Simple: his soul friend, Yadira.

When his friends and family found out what he was planning, everyone threw their hands to their heads.
Confess his love to her?
The queen of fury, the unbearable, the woman who spat irony and curses with that pretty little mouth

But Leonardo had carried that feeling for too long. It had been stuck in his chest, wrapped in a jacket of fear. He needed to free himself: go to Yadira, grab her by the waist, tell her he loved her, and plant a monumental kiss on her.
The consequences… he’d deal with later. The saying was clear: risk it all — coward, never.

Monday came. He woke up early, drank his coffee, and bolted out the door like the Road Runner escaping the coyote. When he reached Yadira’s building, he pressed the intercom button without hesitation.

At that very moment, the main door opened.
He thought, “Wow, this is meant for me. I barely hit the button, and she already buzzed me in. She’s waiting for me, anxious.”

But no. It was just some neighbors heading out, who let him in as they passed. Still, he thanked them, feeling all bold, and walked with firm steps toward the elevator. Just as he was about to press the button, he noticed the elevator was already descending.

He wiped the empanada grease off his mouth with his sleeve and used his tongue to clear out the bits of cheese stuck to his teeth. A kiss required preparation.
The elevator doors opened.

The shock was apocalyptic:
Yadira stood there, comfortably wrapped in the arms of Toto Toto.

My condolences, Leonardo.

That’s all for my five minutes.