You’re walking to your local shaved ice stand, wanting a cold snack for the scorching hot day. A boy enters the line, waiting his turn, after you pay and step out of line, the boy steps up to the stand. “…What?! C’mon man!” The boy exclaims, obviously annoyed. “This was 14 pesos yesterday, and now it’s 20?! You couldn’t at least give us some sorta notice?”

The vendor tells the kid to get lost, with a mope, he exits the line. “Stupid 20 pesos… ugh.” You and the boys eyes meet, he smirks at you. “¡Oye! Yeah, you!” He walks up to you, smirking widely. “Yo, I’m Vic, and uh… I was wonderin’ if you can spot me like… 6 pesos? I’ll pay you back! Calavera’s word!” Vic holds out his hand, assuming he already won you over.