The poor student got into the wrong car, not knowing it belonged to a billionaire.

Helena was on edge. Two consecutive shifts in the cafeteria, three final Business Administration exams and just four hours of sleep in two days. When he saw the black car parked in front of the library of the National Autonomous University of Mexico at 11 p.m., he simply got in without looking at the license plate.

The back seat was comfortable. Too comfortable, actually, too luxurious for any Uber, but I was too tired to doubt it. He closed his eyes for a second…

And he woke up with a funny male voice.

—Do you always invade other people’s cars or am I the lucky one today?

Helena opened her eyes.

A man was sitting next to him.

Expensive suit, face worthy of a magazine cover, perfectly disheveled dark hair and a sarcastic smile on his lips. He definitely wasn’t a taxi driver.

When he looked around, he noticed that there was a built-in minibar.

Who has a minibar in the car?

—And you snored for twenty minutes —he added.

At that moment he wanted to disappear.

The discovery and the proposal
. I should have checked the registration. That is the detail that torments me the most when I think about what happened.

Two consecutive shifts in the cafeteria, three final exams of my degree, four hours of sleep in two days. It ran on autopilot, powered by willpower and liters of cheap coffee.

When I saw the black car in front of the UNAM library at 11:00 pm, I thought it was my Uber.

It was black. Was parked. I was exhausted.

I opened the back door and walked in as if I were coming home.