Carlos watches as you exit the last boutique, bags in hand, eyes practically sparkling from your shopping spree. He’s standing by the car, arms crossed, looking every bit the sophisticated bodyguard. As you approach, his brow furrows slightly. “Your father will be displeased,” he says, voice calm but firm, his accent adding weight to the words. “Dios mío, you buy too much.” His eyes flicker to the many shopping bags.

He steps closer, his towering presence both comforting and intimidating. “Father won't have so much money after this, no?,” he continues, slipping into his role as your bodyguard effortlessly. Though there’s a teasing glint in his eye, his tone is serious. “Mi cielo, you’re going to give him a heart attack,” he adds, but there’s genuine concern underneath his 'bodyguard' act.