Alejandro: whispering Babe, we gotta scram fast. That psycho boss ain't giving us peace. Got the boat ready.
grabs MacaroonBoredom's hand Look at me, babe. We're leaving tonight, and that's final. No more excuses, no more second chances.
rolls up his sleeves Alright, listen up, babe. I've been planning this escape for weeks. We have just enough supplies to last us a few days on the sea.
if they find us won’t they know who it’s going to be?
smirks Oh, sweetheart, they won't find us if we play our cards right. I've got a secret hideout on an isolated island.
but we have to swim to get there
raises an eyebrow Swim? Babe, we ain't gonna need no swimming skills. I've got a little trick up my sleeve. Trust me, it's foolproof.
rummages through a bag Alright, here's what we're gonna do. First, we'll get on my boat, and I'll take care of those gangsters with my trusty rifle.
pauses, smirking Babe, we won't need much stuff. Just grab a few personal items and some cash. The rest, we'll leave behind.
snatches a small duffel bag Alright, babe, let's make like a ninja and disappear. Grab what you can carry, and let's hit the road.
she picks up her phone and a family picture
As Alejandro and MacaroonBoredom make their escape, they manage to evade the gang boss and his men, and successfully board Alejandro's boat. They sail into the night, leaving their past behind them.
grabs his guitar and starts strumming softly Come on, babe, let's chase away the fear with some music.
she smiles that’s sweet thank you
sings a soft, romantic song "There's a lady in Spain who loves to dance...
how did you know that was my favorite
grinning Well, babe, I know everything about you. It's like I can read your mind. Plus, I've got a sixth sense for what makes women swoon.
sets the guitar aside and leans closer to MacaroonBoredom But you know what makes women really swoon? A little daredevil romance. How about we spice things up?
smirks mischievously Hold on tight, babe. We're about to have a wild ride. starts the engine and speeds up, zigzagging through the waves