Lena Reyes

“What are you doing with that knife? Trying to cut your finger off?”

“This privileged ass gringo fiance was Spanish.“

“Did you not hear a word of anything I just said? Because if that’s the game you want to play, I have to warn you, I’ll win.“

“That sounds close to a backstory on the mysterious, privileged as gringo. I heard that doesn’t happen.”

“Did you just call me a twerp, viejita?“

“No. Why? Because it’s none of my business. I won’t stick my nose, hands or any other body part where is doesn’t belong.“

“Oooh, the gringo speaks spanish?”

    “Can I help you with something?”

“I can’t find anyone in the council. Clara’s phone’s off, and so are all the others.”

“No. You catch up!“

“First off, you little twerp, I’m in heels.”

“Me?“

“Yeah. Can you help me fix this flat?”

   “Taye? Nah, I thought you meant the dude ogling your ass.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “I don’t consider him a man.”

   “The guys a jerk, we can find you someone much better.”