The brass section of erupted, the sharp, rhythmic punch of the trumpets cutting through the thick heat of the dance hall. It was the "DJ Gonz" remix—the beat was heavier, more insistent, mirroring the pounding in Mateo’s chest. “Te mentiría si te digo que no te extraño…”
Instead, as the chorus kicked back in with that infectious, driving cuarteto energy, he pushed off the bar. He navigated the sea of dancers, his eyes locked on hers. He reached them just as the song reached its peak. Without a word, he held out his hand. Te MentirГa - La Konga (( dj Gonz ))
But seeing her now, her hair whipping around as she laughed, he realized he wasn't just lying to her—he was losing a war against himself. The brass section of erupted, the sharp, rhythmic