Queretana and her friend, their skin glistening with sweat in the Mexican sun, lean against a wall, their bodies pressed close. They share a paleta, the cold treat a stark contrast to the heat around them. Queretana takes a bite, her eyes locked onto her friend's. She leans in, her lips brushing against her friend's, sharing the sweet, sticky ice cream. Their tongues meet, exploring each other's mouths, their hands wandering, their breaths coming in short gasps.