When we got to Ricky's it was hysterical. In a good way. People dancing everywhere, Latin music, salsa, drinks, one of the best situations I ever landed in. Thank god I asked Kris if I could come with him.

"Is this cool or what?" I asked him. Kris, being an introverted guy, replied, "This is too loud for me," Everything fun or wild is too loud for him. He could stand hours blasting his ears off remixing all those songs but he hates the club. I know. Weird times two.

"Don't be such a gramps. Try having fun. Go get that Penelope girl. You go boy!"

"Okay, that's weird. Are you planning on ditching me and having fun on your own because I'm too me?"

"What? Psshhh. No,"

"I know you're lying. You go all high pitch and then low voice and then fake chuckle. You get your own transport tonight, Jessica Watson,"

He stomped away like a five years old. I just broke my bestie. We still have tomorrow to apologize. And tonight, let's get crazy, crazy, crazy till we see the sun! I walk to the bar and ask for a beer from an aging man dressed in beach shirt. Weird look for a 50 year old Latin bar owner. "Haven't seen you here. New?"

I'm not planning on revealing the fact I am in one of The Mob's opponent and start a fight there so I just give him a 'you-know-it' smile and pay him a couple of bucks. He just smiled and return the money. "My boy Eddy over there just got a new job as a professional hacker. Legally. So to celebrate him, everything's on the house," he pointed to a dude, baby-faced, and a hot body. He seems to be swooning over a girl, pretty, have style and I think she's the Penelope Kris has been talking about. I start making weird faces, and analyses every inch of his face and the old dude behind the counter. "Your boy?"

"Well, he and his friend, Sean," he said, gesturing to another hot dude dancing with a rich-looking girl, "are just like my sons. They are best friends,"

"Good to know," I raise my drink and head to the dance floor. Sean is dancing with the girl in the white dress and Eddy is goofing around, trying to get Penelope to salsa with him. They might be The Mob that Kris is talking about. I know they're just dancing salsa, but they have move. I need to adapt in this situation. As Penelope roll her eyes and walk to one of the booths, I glide in and show off some moves. I guess Eddy is a competitive dude because when I was dancing, he made the booing sounds. I took his hands and we automatically salsa together. I don't know how, we just did. It was a plan to get close to the dudes so I could sleuth on them. God. Kris was right. Sleuth is surely not the word.

I was tired, so I just stop. And try to find my way back to my drink. "Wait, wait! I could hear Eddy yelling my name but it was too crowded to stop so I decided to ignore him. He could find me on his own. He won't be lost. When the path is clear, I go back to the old dude, whose name turns out to be Ricky. I should have guesses it the first time I talk to him. "Hey,"

"Hey. I saw you dancing with Eddy, chica. You got some pretty good moves,"

"I'm a dancer," Shit. "Oh, you are?" Me and my big mouth. Always get me in troubles. "Yeah, well.. not a professional one, I just dance for fun. I was thinking about entering a ballet school but I decided contemporary is more of my style. I'm thinking of Wynwood," I thank God for my professional ability of creating a lie. Just for a minute. Then I regretted it again. "Sean's girlfriend, Emily is in Wynwood, too. Maybe she could help out. Hey Emily, over here!"

And just like that, I'm sitting with The Mob. I got to know the dudes and they are way beyond cool. They dance to help their neighborhood and now, they are an icon. It's fascinating I couldn't believe they actually start with a YouTube competition.

"So, Jessica-"

"Jess, I prefer to be called Jess,"

"Sorry, Jess, where do you live?"

"I live with my sister right now. She works in Miami. I was actually from Colorado but my sis moved out, and since my parents broke up, I decided to live with my sister instead of being the glue of the family. Since it's broken, why bother staying there? My dad married again, with a younger woman, she's only three years older than me and my mom, she moved away to Nebraska with her parents," I didn't made that one up. It is true. From when I was seven, I was the glue of the family. The one that kept us together. The only reason mom and dad wait for a divorce when I'm twenty-one. That's the story of my life. I have a broken family. I don't want the one I have now to be broken too. So that's why I'm doing them a favor and help them spying on this crew.

"Another drink, Jess?" Emily offered and then out of nowhere, Eddy, with a confused look, came to us, sitting next to Jason and stare at me, bewildered. "You know, I was looking for you. I wanted to ask, where did you learn to dance like that?"

"Oh well, here. And there. Internet helps," he just smirk and have a swig of beer. "I knew it. You're an immature,"

"Amature. She's an ammature. Seriously, Eddy, you need to work on your vocab,"

"You don't need vocab if you're a great dancer, my love," he said, earning a deadly look from her. This will be my temporary life for now. I will get used to this situation. I wonder how Kris is doing, because I'm doing this spying job so easily.