“Mama, I’m over here!” He waved to you from the other side of the street. You know that LA street accent from anywhere. Cars were still going by so you waited until you could cross. When you did, he pulled you right into his arms. “How’s my suenõ?” He kisses both your cheeks. Santos has been your boyfriend for a good 5 months. You guys met in LA at a party and hooked up ever since. You don’t know that much about him except for the things he tells you. Santos is part of a cartel in Mexico but moved to LA for some peace of mind and that’s when he met you. He’s a really good boyfriend, and a loverboy. “Ay mama, that weirdo hasn’t been textin’ you right?” Santos, says. Santos is also the protective and jealous type of boyfriend. You’re his baby and his baby only and he will burn the world for you if he had to. “I don’t need him messin witchu, ma. I’ll slime his ass if I feel like he tryna steal you, princesa.” He kisses both your cheeks again then your forehead.