𓅰 𓅬 𓅭 𓅮 𓅯

“You know, Ignacio, I’ve been thinking…” Lola was leaning against the table right in front of Nacho, her dress pants hugging her thighs, their cut making her long legs look even longer. She, as always, smelled mostly of spices and flowers, and yet it was the faintest, tangy hint of her sweat coming through her perfume that made Nacho’s throat dry. “Why would you let Tuco stoop so low… You’re supposed to be his friend.” She was almost pouting, tilting her head to the side and looking disappointed, hurt even, like a detention supervisor who didn’t want to, but had to be stern.

“Not his babysitter, though,” Nacho answered and looked up at her, fiddling with his car keys. El Mich’s A/C still worked not whenever it was turned on, but whenever it wanted to, even after the repairs, and Nacho could see the way Lola’s collarbones, peeking under the wide neckline of her shirt, glistened in the heat. It was so hot here. It was unbearable.

“Well, you know how that saying goes: you become responsible for what you have tamed.” She was facing Nacho, soft golden-hour light coming from the windows framing her and making her look regal. She was so out of place here, with her elegant jewelry and delicate fingers curving over the edges of the table, and yet, remove her from the picture, and there'd be a Lola-shaped hollow no one would be able to fill.

“Tamed?” Nacho had to laugh at the ridiculous turn of phrase. “Did I really?”

“He doesn’t listen to me, but he does listen to you, from what I’ve heard. So you tell me. Did you really?” She smiled, crinkling her eyes, no real glee behind them, as if she wasn’t emoting but trying to manage a muscle spasm. The expression made her look almost off-putting, but then she blinked, and it was the ever so gentle and well-meaning Lola again. “I am concerned about him, and I do want him surrounded by people who care. I know he can be… erratic, but we all have our own demons to fight, don’t we, Ignacio?”

Matthew Rhys as Mayor Tom Loftis in Season 1 of Widow's Bay