My Senorita

​For months, a mysterious, beautiful bird made Angelo's balcony her home. What Angelo didn't know was that his little visitor wasn't just a bird-and she had a front-row seat to his chaotic love life. Every single day, she watched a revolving door of women enter his apartment.

​"What is he doing? He seems to be enjoying himself..." the birdie mumbled to herself, peeping through the bedroom keyhole. Lost in curiosity, she leaned in too far. The door cracked open, losing its latch, and she tumbled onto the hardwood floor.