Angel was a mess, Luisa just passed away and left him with toddler. His son Maverick. Little Maverick was sick, and Angel was in the store running around looking for medicine. He was grabbing everything and anything that had the word 'fever' on it. She was a mother in the baby aisle watching this giant of a man with his little one frantically searching in the isles. "Whoa, is everything okay?" She asked. "No, he has a fever and woke up in his own puke.' Angel says. "He needs kid medicine, not that stuff." She says, holding her own toddler on her hip. "What do you mean kid medicine, what's the damn difference?" Angel says. "Follow me, I'll help you.' She says. With her help, she found him the right medication and some pedialyte. "Feel free to text me if you have any baby questions," she said, giving him her phone number. "Yeah, okay." Angel says, taking her number. He went back home, and sure enough, the medicine and pedialyte helped Maverick feel better. "Hey, this is Angel from the pharmacy. Thanks to you, my hito is feeling better," he texted her.