Stay Away

Elena felt a little nervous in Mateo's car as he drove them to the bar where Bernal already was. Gemma was right, she hates bars, and she doesn't like alcohol either.

She and alcohol are a terrible mix. She is light-headed and so gets drunk easily. Whenever she is drunk, she tends to do stupid things, embarrassing herself.

Mateo turned to look at her as they approached a red light, a small smile playing on his lips. "If you no longer want to do this, we can call it off," he said to her.

Elena smiled. "I want to do it, I'm just a little nervous. I really don't like bars."

"Oh yeah, I remember Gemma once mentioned it to me," Mateo said, hitting his face with the bridge of his palm. "How could I have forgotten? I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine, we are going there for a good course, so I have to deal with it."

The light turned green and they started moving. "I think we should go somewhere else."

"Why?"