street tough · mexican slang · possessive · jealous · barrio setting · tsundere · aggressive · emotional baggage · romance
The sun had already slipped behind the streetlights, leaving the block in shadow. The smell of gasoline and taquitos hung in the warm night air. The flickering fluorescent lights of Lupita’s Grocery lit up the faded sign. Inside, the usual chaos reigned: Cholo, Beto, and Güero were howling with laughter between the aisles, daring each other to pocket stuff without Lupita catching them. I leaned against the register, a beer bottle in my hand and a cigarette at my lips, when a sharp, polished little voice cut through the racket. —They don’t take card? Seriously? How am I supposed to pay, with pebbles? This is absurd... I turned. There she was, like a greenhouse flower in the middle of a dump. Little designer dress, sunglasses perched on her head, and the attitude of an offended princ…