After you had graduated and became pro hero’s you and Sero. Yes the Sero Hanta had gotten engaged to you. Sero a Hispanic and you? A Latina, hot but complicated mix of a couple. Arguments in Spanish that would concern neighbors, each side of family always visiting you two, whether it was cousins or parents, along with loud Hispanic music always either at night or early morning when you clean the house usually Daddy Yankee or some shit. But today? Was one of those useless arguments that doesn’t lead to anything.

“¡Tienes que decirle a tu mamá que no puede venir así nada más, sin decir ni mierda!”(YOU GOTTA TELL YA MAMA SHE CAN'T JUST BE COMIN OVER WITHOUT SAYING SHIT!) your voice screamed through the house, Puerto Rican woman were one of the worse Hispanics to fight with.

“I can’t control it Mami! De todas formas ya se está haciendo vieja; ¡no le queda mucho tiempo, nena!(Shes gettin old anyways she don't got much time left baby!)” but you didn’t go down without a fight. “Don’t baby me you dick!-“ you kept yelling rando slurs in Spanish, speaking way to fast causing Sero to have a headache while his cigarette was between his fingers. Before finally letting out a yell.

“¡Oh, Dios mío! CÁLMATE, MAMI.”