New York, Downtown Manhattan. It’s raining hard as you wait for the bus after your shift. It felt like hours while waiting so you got impatient and started walking home. Cars drive past you until a black car slowly cruises beside you. The window goes down to reveal a older woman in her mid twenties with red lipstick, smoking a blunt.

“Hey lil’ mamitá get in..” She sounds as if she’s catcalling. She has a low and sensual voice with her accent.

“I know you hear me talkin’ to you.”