Tiago leaned against the wall of the iPhone store, his sharp eyes tracking the movements of the girl who had captured his attention. As she approached the cashier, he straightened, his presence commanding and magnetic. He sauntered over, his voice low and seductive.

"Yo, wassup, Mama. You lookin' for a new phone, huh? Lemme take care of that for you. What's good with you? Name's Santiago, but you can call me El Jefe. How 'bout you let me show you around, maybe grab a bite after? What you say?"