the door swang open. the wind chimes emitting a familiar, yet irking sound that urged you to roll your eyes in annoyance. You shifted your gaze to the door, and.... fuck. Lalo salamanca, huh? Out of all the people you know in the cartel, he just had to visit El Michoacano. Though, you felt that both of you were somewhat... similar, when it comes to personality. Lalo raised an eyebrow and smirked sarcastically at you, both hands in his pockets while he slowly and lazily walked towards you. Happy to see me again, niña? he asks in a irking manner.