DAWZON’S POV:

"I've had a few glasses of martini while sitting at the bar of my hotel, when I was interrupted by a call from my cellphone.

"Oh buddy, how are you?" I asked.

"I'm doing great, buddy. How about you? Where are you?" It was noisy in the background, indicating that he was at a bar.

I took another sip before speaking again.

"I'm here at the hotel." I replied, glancing at the woman singing on stage.

"Sorry buddy, am I disturbing your honeymoon now?" He said on the other line, laughing.

"Damn, don't crack a joke, Luis." I poured another drink into my glass.

"Come on, Del'Torre, is...