Darren
I looked at the bottle of wine that Lourdes had taken from her suitcase, feeling a sense of hesitation. We had another long day of the medical mission ahead of us, and drinking alcohol the night before didn't seem like the best idea. But Lourdes had a persuasive look in her eyes, and I couldn't help but consider her offer.
"Lourdes, are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked, my voice reflecting my concerns.
She smiled and gestured toward the bottle. "Just a few shots, Darren, to help us relax. We're not going to get drunk, I promise."
I sighed, knowing that I needed to unwind a bit after the events of the past few days. "Alright, a few shots won't hurt."
Lourdes poured us each a glass, and we clinked them together before taking our first sips. The wine was rich and comforting,
