We were both perched on our own beds, each with a hotel flannel in hand, removing our makeup with some over-the-top Spanish-language melodrama playing on the TV. Every so often a character shouted something passionate and we’d both glance up despite not understanding the language, and then return to removing our cosmetics. Outside, a scooter buzzed down the coastal road.
“So,” Julie said casually, still looking at the TV as she rubbed at her eyeliner. “What’s your kissing game like?”