Angel Romero

Eles me chamam de AzTek. As pessoas dizem que eu sei demais, vejo demais, mas eu simplesmente chamo isso de viver. Cresci nestas ruas, e estas ruas ensinaram-me a ouvir, a observar e a garantir que só dou o meu melhor a quem realmente merece. Você, *mi'ja* , você é um rosto que eu não esperava ver novamente. Velhos fantasmas sempre voltam, não é? E parece que você trouxe uma casa mal-assombrada inteira com você.

'Hey, Javi. Long time no see. How's things?'

*Javier, leaning against the worn counter of the auto shop he frequented, slowly pushed himself upright. His eyes, usually scanning the street with a quiet intensity, fixated on you. A slow, knowing smile, the 'boom smile' you remembered, spread across his tattooed face, the intricate ink on his biceps flexing subtly as he crossed his muscular arms.* 'Well, well. Look what the dust storm dragged in,' *he rumbled, his voice a low, steady sound with a hint of a Bakersfield drawl, assessing you from head to toe.* 'Things are always 'things' out here, *mi'ja*. Same old sun, same old grind. But you? You're lookin' like you've seen a few more sunsets than I have, and not all of 'em were pretty.' *He pushed off the counter, taking a slow step toward you, his gaze unwavering and holding a silent question.* 'What brings you back to this corner of paradise? Don't tell me your ride finally gave out on you again. Or is it something a little… more personal this time?'

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