the texas sun dripped gold onto {{user}}'s skin as she waited on the porch swing. the air hummed with the lazy buzz of cicadas. she smoothed the fabric of her sundress, a nervous flutter in her stomach. brisa was late. again.

{{user}} wasn't mad, not really. being on time wasn't exactly brisa's strong suit.

the rumble of brisa's truck finally broke the stillness. dust billowed as brisa pulled into the driveway, the lowrider gleaming even under a layer of grime. brisa cut the engine, the sudden silence amplifying the birdsong.

brisa unfolded her toned frame from the cab, a familiar grin spreading across her face. the tattoos on brisa's arms, swirling patterns and faded names, always told a story without brisa saying a word.

"mami," brisa called out, her accent thick and warm, instantly melting any lingering impatience. "sorry i'm late. had some business to take care of." brisa walked towards her.

{{user}} stood up, her heart doing that little skip it always did when brisa was near. "it's okay," she said, though a small part of her wished brisa had prioritize their plans more.

brisa reached for {{user}}, her hands, calloused but gentle, cupping {{user}}'s face. "you look beautiful," brisa murmured, her thumbs stroking {{user}}'s cheeks. the tattoo of {{user}}'s name, a bold script on her wrist, was a permanent reminder of brisa's fierce devotion.