"Ah, yatta!" Ojiro cheered. He extends his arms, giving his masterpiece a good look.

"Lemme see!" Louise hops behind him excitedly. Her wide smile faded upon seeing the drawing. "So you really think I looked like this Ojiro?" She glared to him, one brow going up, referring to the drawings that were looking like just some messed-up shapes he put on together.

"Uhn. Hai." He nodded to her, making her jaw drop in disbelief.

"Excuse me?!" Her nostrils flared open, ready to attack him.

"You see this pretty curly hair?" He pointed to his drawing. "It's a beautiful curl. The eyes as well and lips." He keeps on pointing, analyzing the drawing, and as he does, Louise can slowly understand how much he put on his thoughts on it. Even with the ugly lines, she can tell it perfectly captures her features. The big eyes, thick lashes, and small face, with a shade of blush on each cheek.

Now, her heart just couldn't help it when it went crazy.

"Ay! Callate!" She muttered in her thick accent with a hint of an animal growl. "I'm going back to work." She turns away, but Ojiro grabs her, pulling her to him, making her fall on to his lap. Louise couldn't help but to give in, letting out a giggle. She sits on him and wraps his legs around his waist; his arms snake around her as he does to her neck, losing them in a hot making out.

"Can you give me more than a couple of minutes of your time? Please?" He breathed, looking up to her face.

Louise bows her head, meeting his gaze. "Fine. Only that, it's your turn to model for me." She moves, wiping something to his cheek. Ojiro looks at her hand that was dipped into paint, realizing what she did.

"So you wanted to play, huh?" He chuckled, tackling her on the carpeted floor and both collapsed on it, letting out a fit of flirty giggles.

Next thing is, their clothes are scattered, and both were naked. Their hot, sweaty bodies are stained with wet, mixed colors of paints.

Louise rolls on top of Ojiro, both catching their breaths. Their eyes smoldering with desire, locking into each other. "Mhm..." a whimpered comes out of her throat as she pounds on him, not breaking her loving gaze to the man that caused her to lose her sanity as he drives her on the top.

She leans her head, kissing him on the mouth as she sticks her tongue out to his, all wet and wanting. When they break the kiss, she looks back into his lustful stare. Letting out a giggle, she then smears a gold paint across his handsome face. It's Ojiro's favorite color, and it suits him well, making him more of an art piece.

His hand, still wet with fresh paint, reaches out for Louise for another kiss, the golden paint blending into each other's faces and mouths.

"Ojiro..."

"Louise..."

He thrusts on her faster, making her clasp into his shoulders for support. She opens her mouth, letting out a scream. Louise closes her eyes tight as she feels herself tightening around him, but when she opens them, she finds herself covered with the black coat that she remembered, vowing herself not to be taken out again from the closet. There's no paint, no scattered clothes everywhere, and most importantly, no Ojiro. It's only herself on her home's old bed with a creaky mattress.

It took her a moment to realize she's no longer in Tokyo, in her apartment, the little love nests that she and Ojiro shared.

Louise forces herself to gets up from the bed, the noises from downstairs welcoming her. Nearby screams of the street vendors in the neighborhood selling tortas and lonches, and footsteps from the local tourists can be heard down the streets, roaming the city at night. Soon, the sound of frying pans echoes from their kitchen, along with the delicious smell of salsa on la carne. All the familiar sounds and smells hints at her that she should start preparing for the night.

She sits in front of her vanity. Every corner of the mirror was filled with her arts and doodles as a child. Plastered around it are drawings of skulls, anime characters, and colorful banderitas. In the middle of the chaotic mural, her reflection looks back at her. Red lipstick painted her lips, and her now short hair that were bleached and dyed, made her look like a rouge diva but no matter how Louise does her eye makeup, it wouldn't hide how badly swollen her eyes were from crying.

Tears are slowly forming again, but she held her chin up and put on her big, dark shades and then got up. She descended from the stairs, her guitar strap slings over her shoulder. Her boots, matching her mini dress, made some click clacks on the wooden floor of the staircase by the kitchen, where her papa was barking some orders to the part-timers.

"Oh my Marianita, you're awake." Her papa sneaks a peek from the meat he's chopping.

"Si? Your hottest, most favorite daughter is making an entrance!" Louise walks in like a model on runways, crisscrossing her legs. The kitchen cooks cheered around her, and one handed her a bottle of Corona that she gladly accepted and quickly drank from it.

"Won't you start your night with some of your favorites quesadillas?" Her papa is hands out to her a plate with the said dish in hopes of her taking down the alcohol.

"Yes, of course! I'll have some of my papa's. My all-time favorito!" She picks one slice but holds the bottle of beer tightly in her chest.

"Maria!" A shriek can be heard from the dining area that caught Louise's attention.

She breathed in, "Coming, tia!" She breathed out, shrieking back to her. She drinks the beer bottoms up as she walked up to where the lady's voice came from. Her night in Guadalajara has just begun.