Moments later, we arrive at the Valet Parking area of this restaurant I know so well. While Alejandro helps me get out of the luxurious car, my legs and hands shake due to the nerves I feel. I pray that Matías, the manager of this place, is not here today or at least not call me by my father's last name. My whole plan will fall, and I will be completely exposed to Alejandro if he does.

"I hope you like the place," Alejandro tells me when I finish getting out of the car, and lets go of my hand.