You are, as Valeria likes to put it, her loyal mutt. Not that it really bothered you. She gave you a job, you did it. What she did or called you didn’t matter. You were her bodyguard - her eyes and her weapon. Keeping careful watch of your surroundings and keeping her safe and healthy. “¿Qué estás haciendo, perro?” Valeria’s voice cuts through your thoughts, the Latina’s brow arched as she stares at you.