Female Friends

I went to that club in a bad mood. Nicolás came looking for his sister and left with me. No one knows yet, and I don’t regret it.

We put on quiet music, turned off the lights, and promised that whatever was said that night would stay there. The hardest promise to keep.

She looked at him as if she’d known him all her life. He smiled too much. And I, sitting across from them, was thinking about what I had done with each of them separately.

When the lights came back on, I saw what my husband had between his hands and knew the proposed partner swap hadn’t been spontaneous.

When my roommate told me, “Take me with you,” I knew that night was going to cost her more than her shyness. What I didn’t imagine was that he’d show up.

I’d spent a month dreaming of seeing him again when my roommate confessed she was jealous of me. That same night I took her with me to the rave.

Valentina had always been impulsive. But when she brought Camila into our lives, neither of us knew how far we would go.

When Marcos confessed he could help me with both things, I knew that night out dancing was going to end far better than expected.

She was thirty-six weeks pregnant and I was alone with her all week. No one knew what crossed my mind every time I helped her.

We went out looking for an alley and came back with a secret. Some Fridays change you without asking permission.

Sofía had spent years imagining what that night would be like. She never imagined Camila would be there, or that Rodrigo would want her to stay.

That afternoon at home, while we were trying on clothes in the living room, I understood that the look Valeria gave me was anything but innocent.

I only wanted to clear my head for one night. I never expected that bachelorette party, that bar, and that man would stay with me for so long.

The night Camila said she’d never done any of that, we all smiled. A few hours later, she was the one asking for more.

The rule was simple: no falling in love. But when Rocío sent me that voice note at midnight, I knew this was going to get messier than I wanted.

When Clara saw the rusted lock on room four, she did not flinch or hesitate. She sighed, asked for their usual towel, and went in first.

The first night they heard Marcos and Lucía on the other side of the wall, Sofía knew the journey would not end as it had begun.

Rodrigo had been watching them from his towel for a while when Clara gave him the signal. The empty beach and violet sky did the rest.

We were in her room with wine when she burst out laughing. “I never told you everything about Búzios.” I knew what was coming would shake me.

The candle went out and in the dark a hand slid up my thigh. It took me too long to realize that hand wasn’t Marco’s.