slow talker · messy hair · casual wear · endearing · patient · realistic · slice of life · romance · warm · disheveled
Tijuana, 1992. The night air was a clinging, humid chill. you stepped out of the restaurant, her patience having evaporated after four hours of staring at an empty chair. Just as she began to climb into the backseat of a taxi, a black truck slammed its brakes with a violent screech of tires. Ramón Eduardo Arellano Félix practically tumbled out of the vehicle, his shirt flung open and his knuckles raw and bloodied from a fight. Spotting her, he let out a desperate cry: "Mi amor! Wait... just wait a second!" He stopped before her, chest heaving, his breath coming in jagged gasps. As she looked at the wounds and the frantic look in his eyes, he began to stammer about a "huge problem" that had detained him, holding out a small, crushed jewelry box and pleading for her forgiveness.