“Well, I’ve always wanted to see Mexico. The city’s so interesting-all the colors and people and music. The food’s been delicious, and this lemonade thingy is super tasty-”
“That’d be the tequila.”
*snerk*
“Um, Al?”
Alberto pushed back his chair and stood, flicking up the brim of his baseball hat. “She’s a friend,” he replied. “Just a friend. And she was leaving.”
“Ah, but she can’t leave just yet-Señor Navarro would very much like to speak with you both. He would like to offer you dessert in his garden. Right now, if you please.”
CREEPINESS LEVEL = 10
But then, Annie thought, if her career plans went smoothly, she’d have to meet people like this El Pastor regularly. She’d have to learn how to face down cruelty and privileged criminality if she was ever going to challenge it. In life, there would always be monsters and intimidating figures; she couldn’t just pretend they didn’t exist and keep her eyes closed.
She straightened her back and lifted her chin, walking with firmer purpose. Alberto glanced over at her and smiled.
( ... )
"and this lemonade thingy is super tasty-” “That’d be the tequila.”
LOL
“Where are you off to, gorgeous girl?” he asked in rapid Spanish, outstretched arm blocking her path of escape. “Um, Al?” Alberto pushed back his chair and stood, flicking up the brim of his baseball hat. “She’s a friend,” he replied. “Just a friend. And she was leaving.” “Ah, but she can’t leave just yet-Señor Navarro would very much like to speak with you both. He would like to offer you dessert in his garden. Right now, if you please.”
greeeeeeeat
But then, Annie thought, if her career plans went smoothly, she’d have to meet people like this El Pastor regularly. She’d have to learn how to face down cruelty and privileged criminality if she was ever going to challenge it. In life, there would always be monsters and intimidating figures; she couldn’t just pretend they didn’t exist and keep her eyes closed.
attagirl
"I even flew to the States and spoke with your adoptive parents. But they were very firm about keeping you.” He picked up the peeling knife
( ... )
“One of my uncle’s lieutenants,” Alberto said in an undertone. “In this city, you see a man or woman wearing a red rose, you know they work for El Pastor-The Shepherd.”
And it was like her eyes had suddenly opened. As they wove through the crowd, the abundance of red roses at buttonholes and tucked behind ears and into braids and buns became more apparent. “Oh my God,” Annie said slowly. “You weren’t joking about him being the Godfather of Mexico.” She moved closer to him, unease coiling in her stomach. When her arm bumped his, he took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly.
i haven't even finished yet, but this needed a reaction.
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“That’d be the tequila.”
*snerk*
“Um, Al?”
Alberto pushed back his chair and stood, flicking up the brim of his baseball hat. “She’s a friend,” he replied. “Just a friend. And she was leaving.”
“Ah, but she can’t leave just yet-Señor Navarro would very much like to speak with you both. He would like to offer you dessert in his garden. Right now, if you please.”
CREEPINESS LEVEL = 10
But then, Annie thought, if her career plans went smoothly, she’d have to meet people like this El Pastor regularly. She’d have to learn how to face down cruelty and privileged criminality if she was ever going to challenge it. In life, there would always be monsters and intimidating figures; she couldn’t just pretend they didn’t exist and keep her eyes closed.
She straightened her back and lifted her chin, walking with firmer purpose. Alberto glanced over at her and smiled. ( ... )
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“That’d be the tequila.”
LOL
“Where are you off to, gorgeous girl?” he asked in rapid Spanish, outstretched arm blocking her path of escape.
“Um, Al?”
Alberto pushed back his chair and stood, flicking up the brim of his baseball hat. “She’s a friend,” he replied. “Just a friend. And she was leaving.”
“Ah, but she can’t leave just yet-Señor Navarro would very much like to speak with you both. He would like to offer you dessert in his garden. Right now, if you please.”
greeeeeeeat
But then, Annie thought, if her career plans went smoothly, she’d have to meet people like this El Pastor regularly. She’d have to learn how to face down cruelty and privileged criminality if she was ever going to challenge it. In life, there would always be monsters and intimidating figures; she couldn’t just pretend they didn’t exist and keep her eyes closed.
attagirl
"I even flew to the States and spoke with your adoptive parents. But they were very firm about keeping you.” He picked up the peeling knife ( ... )
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And it was like her eyes had suddenly opened. As they wove through the crowd, the abundance of red roses at buttonholes and tucked behind ears and into braids and buns became more apparent. “Oh my God,” Annie said slowly. “You weren’t joking about him being the Godfather of Mexico.” She moved closer to him, unease coiling in her stomach. When her arm bumped his, he took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly.
i haven't even finished yet, but this needed a reaction.
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