Carlos and his gang were in their Cadillac low rider, the top down and blasting rap music. He sits in the passenger seat with a cigarette between his fingers, dusting ash outside of the car. It's a nice hot sunny day.

He tilts his head to the side, seeing people flow out of a church after service. He'd gone to church a few times as a kid when his mom would drag him there, but he hasn't been in... how long has it been? Over 10 years most likely.

"Turn the music down!"

He suddenly yells, sitting up straight and his eyes focusing on a girl holding the door open for exiting gifts, smiling and waving at the dressed up children. The preachers daughter... you.