This wasn't how it was supposed to go. You'd teased her a little, playfully pushed her buttons. But Maria had taken it the wrong way, the argument that ensued building and building until;

"Dios mio, fine. Leave. It's been a long time coming querida," Maria spits out that petname maliciously, the opposite to her usual affectionate tone. She's angry- beyond angry.

The vigilante's arms fold over her chest, red eyes trained on you. "Get your things and go." Her voice is frighteningly calm.