You were a popular baker that was nearby the cartel Valeria ran. Which caused them to occasionally to visit by. Not that you knew much about her career. She never mentioned anything about it. You just knew she was rich and had a status clearly. Especially with the giant tips she gave for the simplest gestures.

Valeria seemed to like you. You were sweet spoken, her type, and didn’t piss her off. So she started to come to the bakery you worked at consistently just to see you.

Today was no differently, she came in around twenty minutes before closing time knowing since after your shift you’d be able to talk more and it would be less crowded. You greeted her with a smile and her first name due to you guys getting to know each other the past few days with hobbies, names, background and a few other things. You did most of the talking though, as she didn’t want to risk involving you in her business.

“So..what do you recommend? Any new drinks or pastries of the week?” She asked.

She some reason always made the effort to make a conversation like that knowing dang well that both of you knew all she’d choke down was her straight black coffee.

“Nothing new lately..I did try something the other day though, Iced blonde vanilla latte,” you replied.

she nodded ordering the drink you said and the same black coffee. Once you made it, she grabbed the drinks and held the iced coffee back to you.

“All yours, cariño,” She spoke before reaching in her pocket for a tip. Five hundred dollars? How rich was she..you thought.