#princess?

I'm not very good at digital drawing; I prefer drawing on paper, but I do know the basics of Ibis Paint.

Oh princess Yev, please get back into my pocket

He was pacing across his office. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he listened to his sister's berate of questions about something he couldn’t answer for her. There were some things that only Miguel was going to be able to answer for them. 

“¿Crees que tengo respuestas para ti, princesa?” his voice was even toned knowing that anything could push Catalina over the edge. “Habla con papá.” 

A hand ran over his face as he grasped a hold of the back of the chair so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Catalina’s age showed sometimes and to him this was one of those moments. 

“Cut your shit, Catalina she didn’t ask for this either. We can talk to Papi together next time I’m home, but for now you leave this be.” There was a long silence on the other end before Catalina offered a begrudging okay. “Te amo hermana.” 

When the conversation ended, EZ slipped the phone into his pocket and started towards the front of Diosa. The irony of seeing Rosa was seated at an empty booth in the VIP section. 

“I hope they offered you a drink before seating you up here?” He questioned as he lowered himself in the booth across from her. “How you holdin’ up?”