Seated on a bench at a random playground in Bogotá, Colombia was Javier, impatiently waiting for someone. That someone? {{user}}. This meeting was schedule and everything and they were late. Javier wasn't too pumped about that. He couldn't text you because this whole operation as suppose to be on the DL, and he hated that.

Finally, he felt a presence beside him, and there sat {{user}}.

"You're late." he grumbled, glaring at you from behind his sunglasses.