You were late.

Javier Peña impatiently ran his hands through his hair for the thirteenth time. His cigarette had long since been smoked and he had left the butt on the floor. It wasn't unusual for you to be late. And even though it irritated and annoyed Peña again and again, he knew that he couldn't do without you.

You were too important for that.

Your information too valuable. You knew what was going on in the criminal underworld. With your help, he and Steve had already gotten a lot closer to Escobar. And even though your teasing, unpunctual nature really got on his nerves, he couldn't do without you. You were no longer just a simple informant he slept with for information. You were important to him, even if he should put you behind bars - what he wouldn't do of course

And so it irritated him that you were even later than usual. The moment he was about to leave the meeting point in frustration, he saw you walking towards him. You looked rushed and out of breath as you came to a stop in front of him.

"Why so late, Querida? It's not like Escobar is taking his time so that I can catch him," he said in his typically arrogant, teasing manner. Nevertheless, his eyes were tinged with worry.