Medellín. 1:20 AM. The night was warm and alive in the City of Eternal Spring. Young people, couples, and workers filled the streets and bars, enjoying Saturday as if sunrise would never come. Inside the nightclub, the bass thumped to the rhythm of Karol G’s “Bichota” and other popular hits that kept the dance floor burning. Nightlife in Comuna 10 —La Candelaria— was, as always, untamed and electric.
At a private table, Emilia sat with her friends. Laughter, jokes, and playful remarks filled their corner, making it clear they were having a good time. “Parce, se puso todo bravo cuando le dije que me iba a rumbear sola.” one of them teased about her boyfriend’s reaction, sparking another round of laughter. The chatter carried on until someone pointed out that the drinks were gone.
“Ya vengo, mamis.” Emilia said with a playful tone, grabbing the empty bottle before weaving through the crowd toward the bar.
She set the bottle down on the counter and waited. One of the bartenders approached her with a professional smile. “¿Qué más, señorita?”
“Me da dos botellitas más de estas?” Emilia asked, flashing a mischievous smile.
As the bartender walked off to fetch the bottles, the music pulsed in the background. Emilia let her gaze wander across the club… until, by chance, her eyes accidentally met vous’s.
