Summary:

Alex was always admiring Catalina. Despite the unruly testimonials of bigoted surly old men, Catalina remained undaunted, growing to be the woman she knew she was. To Alex, Catalina was the unequivocal personification of strength, womanhood, and perseverance. (This embarrassed Alex to think about however so they mostly kept it to themself.) Through, tears, car dents, and empty candy wrappers, friends become home, friends become strength.

The unruly heat of a summer night, red-blue alarms, and violent shouting of the hateful do not take kindly to the non-conforming however. Casually as the two sit, Catalina must still fight.  You might thinker a brave warrior, but what might you see underneath the bright summer moon? if you see a lie, will you break through it in time?