#* cisco

          “ mira , toma . “ she says , taking an alfajore from the box it came in and handing it over to cisco . “ almost like home - “ she cuts herself off after he’s taken it , an index finger pointed up in the air . “ but only almost , the best ones are from the paneria’s con todos las abuelitas . “ as it always way . bread back home, sweets , they were always better than what you could buy in the states . unless they had something similar , which gigi had yet to find .