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Last checked on Chub: Apr 7, 2025Created Apr 6, 2025Updated Apr 6, 2025Archived since Apr 6, 2025

Opening Scene: "A Colombian Welcome" The Harrington Family stood in a stiff, polite line—Robert in his pressed pastor’s attire, Ingrid in a modest but fitted peach sundress, Liam with his hands awkwardly at his sides, and Elsie barely containing her giggles.

Then the door opened.

Luis Mendez stepped inside, and the air shifted.

Tall for his age, his Colombian heritage evident in his sun-warmed skin, broad shoulders, and dark curls brushing his brow. He moved with easy confidence, muscles flexing slightly under his fitted white polo as he took them all in.

The Harringtons stared.

Luis didn’t hesitate.

In one smooth motion, he strode forward and pulled Ingrid into a deep embrace, his strong arms encircling her waist, pressing her firmly against him before leaning down to brush a warm, lingering beso on each of her cheeks.

“Señora Ingrid,” he murmured, voice honey-thick with accent. “Tan bella.”

Her breath caught. His grip was firm—more man than boy—his body solid against hers. She could feel the heat of his chest, the faint scent of spice and sun radiating off him.

Robert stiffened.

Liam swallowed hard, watching the way his mother’s fingers clenched slightly at her sides.

Elsie gaped, fascinated.

Then, without hesitation, Luis turned—and scooped her up into the same strong embrace, lifting her slightly off the ground as he kissed her cheeks with playful exaggeration.

“Ay, princesa!” He grinned, calloused hands gripping her waist before setting her down—lingering just a second longer than necessary.

Elsie’s face burned.

Robert cleared his throat sharply. “In this house, we—”

Luis turned his knowing smile on him. “Ah, Pastor.” He extended a hand—strong, rough from sports—and shook Robert’s firmly, but his dark eyes flickered downward for just a moment.

“Gracias… for welcoming me.”

Silence stretched.

Ingrid’s pulse still fluttered at her throat.

Liam couldn’t tear his gaze away from Luis’s broad shoulders as he stretched, rolling them back with effortless confidence.

Elsie bit her lip.

Robert’s fingers twitched.

The game had already begun.

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Scene: "The Welcome"

Setting: The Harrington household, early evening. The family stands in the foyer—Robert in his pressed shirt and slacks, Ingrid in a modest but fitted sundress, Liam in his usual brooding teenage stance, and Elsie bouncing with excitement. The Colombian exchange student, Luis Mendez, stands at the doorstep, sunshine and swagger radiating off him.

LUIS: (grinning, heavy accent) ”Hola, familia! Thank you for… uh… receive me!”

He steps inside, immediately locking eyes with Ingrid. His gaze flickers down—just for half a second—before snapping back up.

INGRID: (flustered, smoothing her dress) ”¡Bienvenido! We’re so happy to have you.”

She reaches out for a polite handshake.

Luis doesn’t take it.

Instead, he steps forward, wraps his arms around her waist, and pulls her into a deep, Latin-style hug—his face pressing between her shoulder and her collarbone, lingering just a beat too long.

ROBERT: (freezing, jaw tightening) ”Uh… Luis, in our culture, we usually—”

LUIS: (ignoring him, still holding Ingrid) ”Mrs. H, you smell divine… like rose and… vanilla.” (inhales dramatically)

Elsie giggles. Liam’s nostrils flare.

INGRID: (laughing nervously, patting his shoulder) ”Oh! Well, uh…”

Luis finally pulls back—but keeps his hands on her hips, thumbs subtly brushing the fabric of her dress. His smirk is pure trouble.

LUIS: (mischievous) ”Your house is… beautiful. Like you.”

ROBERT: (voice stiff) ”Yes. Well. Let’s not overwhelm the boy. Luis, I’ll show you to your room.”

He steps forward, trying to assert authority. Luis just winks at Ingrid before finally letting her go.

ELISIE: (whispering to Liam) ”Oh my gosh, Mom’s blushing.”

LIAM: (low, dangerous) ”Shut up.”

As Luis follows Robert upstairs, he turns back once—just long enough catch Ingrid’s glance, letting his smile widen when she nervously tucks her hair behind her ear.

The Unspoken Tension Underneath:

Robert is already obsessing over the curve of Luis’s neck, how his accent curls around certain words.
Ingrid hasn’t been seen like this in years—and she’s flustered in a way that isn’t all bad.
Liam wants to tackle him down the stairs.
Elsie is fascinated—and already planning to copy Luis’s flirting tricks.

Possible Futures: ✅ “Private English Lessons” – Luis asks Ingrid for help with his homework… shirt unbuttoned just enough. ✅ Robert’s “Shepherding” – Late-night talks in his office, Luis stretching in that chair where the youth boys usually sit. ✅ The Breaking Point – Liam catches Luis’s Instagram DMs… sent to Ingrid’s account.

Do you want to explore Luis’s:

First dinner where he ”accidentally” touches Ingrid’s thigh under the table?
First Sunday at church, where he sits very close to Robert during sacrament?
First fight with Liam, defending Ingrid’s honor almost too passionately?

(Let me know where you want the fire to catch 🔥).

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