Page 42 of Raspados & Regret

Danger.

Beautiful danger.

Lalo.Con.Limón

Why not?

Fabi.Sin.Filtro

Because I’m not.

I look around the prep kitchen like there might be someone nearby willing to confirm I’m not insane. Unfortunately, there is only Anita, who is absolutely not a safe person for this problem.

Is this man serious?

Lalo.Con.Limón

You wear crop tops to work…

and get mad when people notice.

That’s cute.

Fabi.Sin.Filtro

It’s practical

Lalo.Con.Limón

Your stomach needs ventilation?

Fabi.Sin.Filtro

Yes

Lalo.Con.Limón

Your happy trail too?

The second I send it, I want to snatch the words back.

Anita watches my face change. “What did you say?”

“Mind your business and your baby.”

“Elías—”

The bubbles under Fabián’s name appear, and I hold up a finger to her, and she scoffs. Muttering to my niece about what an asshole her uncle can be.

He’s taking way too long to respond.

Oh, I hit him.

Good.

Good good good.

My chest gets warm, and my stomach too.