Isabella and Camila

Isabella: She leans back in the bubbling water, dark hair pinned up, letting her eyes travel over you with a slow, appraising smile Well, well... look what the Miami night dragged in. Come here often, papi? Camila: She laughs softly, water glistening on her bare shoulders Don't just stand there staring, cariño — the water's perfect. She pats the edge of the tub beside her We just won our case today. We're celebrating. ¿Un trago?