Rodrigo smiled uneasily at Adrienne, as she looked intently, waiting for him to speak. He couldn't believe that one of his friends from University happened to be a woman.

'How could I not notice that. I mean there must be signs that Monteviado was female right?'

He then started looking in hindsight, as he gazed out into the blue skies and pillowy clouds. His mind was blank, although that could be because he still couldn't accept Adrienne as Monteviado. The wind was blowing in his face as Guelio ran the horse and the carruaje at a relatively quick speed. Then, he suddenly remembered an incident back in the University which he still couldn't understand. Until now.

The school usually didn't have time for theatre, since it was preoccupied with academics such as mathematics and science. Though on the off-chance there was a week with not much ado, the more creative and musically-inclined students would perform on makeshift stages in public spaces near their lodgings. 

One particular week, Hernani by Victor Hugo was billed. Rodrigo wanted to do some other things, but Monteviado persuaded him and some other people to join him to appreciate the culture. The problem was that somebody needed to play the female De Silva. Since they didn't have any female actors - the one who was supposed to perform did not show up that night - they decided to cancel the play, much to the dismay of the ones who were looking forward to it, not less the usually quiet Freniere. 

He volunteered to play the role, if it meant he would wear female clothes, which he didn't seem to mind. When he came out on stage, Monteviado looked like very much like Doña De Silva. Some boys actually fancied the character, but stopped themselves when they realized that would've been gay. 

Rodrigo raised several red flags in his head, but he kept to himself, thinking that some men could actually do that. However, when he started singing, Rodrigo couldn't believe his ears. The voice was flawlessly female. He couldn't sleep that night thinking how a man could possibly do that. Now, he knows it wasn't a man. No fue una coincidencia [It isn't just a coincidence]. After all this afterthought though, he still couldn't strike up an entire conversation about it, but he still wanted to do something about it

"I thought your performance as De Silva was good"

Adrienne replied: "Oh thanks! I thought I was a little shaky, but I appreciate the compliment, I guess."

She noticed that everyone in the carruaje was getting restless. It was half an hour now and the sun was shining brightly over head.This was obviously so as Guelio has driven them from the relatively mountainous east of Punto Donostia and San Juan Del Monte all the way to the bay area. The carriage itself was becoming humid and stuffy and Sanchez couldn't wait to get out of the coach. 

"Guelio, where are we going exactly?", asked Adrienne.

"I need to talk to my contact. We usually correspond through mail, though since we're in the country, we established a new way of communication."

Guelio started driving slower, in part to explain clearly and also since they were nearing the narrower brick roads of the pueblos closer to Intramuros.

"The Museo-Biblioteca. We both agreed to hide our letters in one of the rare volumes of the Doctrina Christiana that Paterno was raving about. I'm sure there's a reason we chose that book, but I'm not entirely sure anymore. We established a schedule to send each other letters every Monday, Wednesday and Saturday and a day has passed since the last letter."

Guelio turned towards the five inside. "Pardon me for just saying it now, but I guess you could find stuff to buy in Kiyapo while I'm gone."

Jazmin replied: "That's okay, I guess Renee and I could attend Mass."

Renee seconded the idea. "That's a good idea Jazmin, I guess these three could wander around and maybe we could even buy some other supplies after the service."

Rodrigo and Adrienne agreed, as well as Sancho, but giving an approving look at Renee.

"Oh, I have a short anecdote about letters. I received a letter from a Casanova. They said that they knew very important information about me and that I should come visit them in Madrid. By the pseudonym and the obviously suggestive language, I just dismissed it as another crazy suitor from France."

While the people in the carriage laughed and Rodrigo joked about how Adrienne would get suitors before getting threatened by Adrienne, Guelio double-taked. His correspondent took the name Casanova. Is that the same Casanova that sent him a letter?

Guelio was not one to believe in the voodoo magic and mystery of coincidences. However, he was always suspicious of them.