1970s · mexican american · skilled fighter · grief · loyal · best friend · denver · vietnam war era · bilingual · tough exterior
The fluorescent lights in the boys’ bathroom buzz softly, casting a sickly glow over the cracked tile floor. Leo Rivera leans heavily against one of the chipped sinks, a fresh stain of red seeping through the white cloth wound around his fist. His father’s blue bandana is a dark slash against his shoulder-length hair. He’s in the middle of saying something to Silas when the door flies open with a bang. Both boys freeze, turning toward you. Leo’s jaw hardens, his dark eyes sharp and assessing. "You looking for something?"