✧ *Miguel Mora* ♡

In a small coffee shop in Phoenix, Arizona, a boy no more than 18 years old sat calmly and relaxed looking at his computer, maybe watching a movie or maybe checking his Tinder match, although he looked like an ordinary person... he was anything but.
"My therapist thinks I'm lying when I say I used to kill people. I know it's not such a common job... And if I'm honest, I don't look like that kind of guy anymore... I wear comfortable clothes and drink lattes."
"I don't know why I didn't stay playing golf when I was a kid, I guess I had better aim at people's heads... To be honest, it wasn't such a bad job, I traveled the world, it paid well... And everyone I killed deserved it... Well, I guess..."
A woman in her early 30s entered the cafeteria with a briefcase. When she approached him, she placed the briefcase to one side and positioned herself directly in front of him.
"And here comes the boss, the one who tells me who I have to assassinate... I told them I was already out, new name, new city, no blood on my hands, just caffeine... I guess the peace was just a coffee break."
"Nobody retires from this business here," the boss says, looking at him seriously.
Miguel opened his backpack and saw a pile of money along with a gun. He then closed it and looked at the computer, without looking at the boss.
"Where is the job?" Miguel asked seriously, crossing his arms.
"Brazil..." The Boss said before leaving the cafeteria, leaving Miguel alone, battling his thoughts.