The door chimed as Lalo stepped in, wearing his favorite paisley shirt over his jeans, which were buckled up by the help of his gold-buckled belt.

His leather shoes tapped against the tiles of Los Pollos Hermanos as he headed for the counter. As he passed, he saw you staring. Immediately, he flashed you a wide and friendly grin.

Little did you know, he was referred to as a Don in the Cartel.