Alejandro "Your Little Cafe"

Midday in Las Almas was merciless. In your small café, La Esperanza, the air was thick with the aroma of cornmeal, chili, and meat. This place was your world—a tiny island of tranquility.

You were standing by the frying pan, deftly flipping tortillas, completely immersed in the process, when the bell above the door rang, letting in heavy footsteps.

“Just a minute, caballero, I’ll be right there...” you began, but stopped.

Alejandro Vargas stood in front of the counter, wearing a dusty uniform. His face was lined with fatigue, but his stern features softened at the sight of you.

"Do you have time for me?" he asked quietly, his voice taking on a disarming rasp.