On the last days of March, Jim's tweet made Silvia's knees buckle.

Her hand was shaking as she opened his DM.

She dropped the tablet and smoked until her head felt a little clearer. Okay, Mexico was Latin America and Jim had a thing for grandstanding, so this might be nothing to have a heart attack over. Just in case, she followed the link on Jim's tweet to the band's official website, where she found the confirmed dates of this unexpected fifth leg of their world tour.

Her lips trembled as her eyes moved down the list of countries. Mexico, Puerto Rico, Colombia, Peru, Brazil—Oh God!

Argentina.

Two concerts in Buenos Aires, at GEBA stadium, the weekend of Revolution Day on May 25. And considering the national holiday was a Monday that year, those concerts could very well turn into three if the first two sold out.

Her heart was hammering her chest as to crack it open, and she felt waves of heat and cold running all over her body.

Typing the three letters of her answer wasn't easy.

As if he were waiting for her reaction, and chances were he was, he replied right away.

She closed her eyes, her knuckles white around her tablet. She really needed to calm down and think. At least try. She could already tell thinking straight was going to be out of the menu for the next two months. For starters.

Then she imagined Jim with his phone in his hands, waiting for her to write to him, and a nervous giggle gurgled up her throat. Oh, the damn brat. Yeah, he was her age, but thinking of him that way helped her to calm down. A little. Only enough to keep breathing.

As usual, her replies made him chuckle, and he decided to play tough too.

They couldn't know it, but they were both chuckling under their breath while they typed, enjoying the rush of excitement. And a grin took over Jim's face when he read her last message. The same grin that was trying to push Silvia's ears off her face.

They would meet again! More than a year after that crazy weekend in North Dakota, they would come face to face once more.

And let the chips fall where they might.

It didn't matter anymore.

Silvia started organizing her trip to Buenos Aires that very day, two months in advance.

First, she signed up for a ton of extra hours at work for free, to make up for the days she would be taking off. Then she talked to his cousin, who had no problem fostering her little brother over the days she'd be away. Next, she needed a place to stay. Mika and her girlfriend were renting a tiny apartment, working and studying around the clock, and she didn't want to bother them.

She was still trying to figure that bit out when Claudia dropped by. She signed in to join her adventure as soon as Silvia told her about it. She liked No Return, and she didn't want to miss their first visit to Argentina. To Silvia's surprise, that also solved the accommodation problem. They would stay with Claudia's parents, who lived only forty minutes away from downtown.

To make things even better, Claudia's father was a pilot with a budget airline that had just started flying Buenos Aires-Bariloche three times a week. Which meant they could get the plane tickets way cheaper than the bus, and they would take two hours instead of twenty to get to Buenos Aires.

Paola didn't agree with Claudia hopping in.

"You should go alone," she argued.

"He's not gonna be alone either," Silvia replied. "Rather the other way around. And having a friend around will make it easier for me."

"If you say so."

"So say we all."

"What?"

"Never mind."

She started on a diet that evening, and resumed her long-forgotten habit of going for a one-mile walk after dinner. She also booked a visit to the hairstylist for May 15, a couple of days before leaving for Buenos Aires.

"You're taking a whole lotta trouble to meet your 'only a friend'."

Silvia's face made Paola laugh.

"Really?"

"Just checking you're aware of the way you're behaving."

"Like I had a choice with you around."