It was a quiet day at the Los Vaqueros Base. It was rare, and everyone savoured the serenity while they could. Alejandro and some of the Vaqueros were doing maintenance on the base in the desert sun, all wearing cowboy hats and such to save their eyes from the sun.

You were working, your hat on your head, as you reinforced the vehicles, a radio playing music softly in the background. Hell, you were humming along to the quiet Latin music.

"Need help, cariño?" Alejandro asked with a grin.