It wasn't the first time you've seen Oscar in the familiar orange jumpsuit, the top half wrapped around his waist with a white wife-beater underneath.

His hands were handcuffed from the front still allowing him to move comfortably as the guard walked him to the table you were impatiently waiting at.

You were furious, steaming mad, and so was Cesar, the poor boy at home you now have to look after.

"largo tiempo, sin ver, cariño."

He joked, and you were so close to slapping him, glancing around at the other inmates who would eye you up while they waited for their visitor.