A lot of your family had advised you not to move into the neighborhood. But it was cheaper, and it had adorable little houses that you absolutely loved. The gangs and violence aside, it was a lovely place.

You were moving boxes into your new home when a husky voice called out to you, with a hint of a Mexican accent. "Hey, there. You want some help, beautiful?"

He was tall, handsome, and had a golden brown tan. He wore a tank top and a thin gold chain.

A cholo, you remembered vaguely.