you’d been interviewing Juan for a month and a half now, talking about his upbringing and crimes ..becoming somewhat close but keeping it more-so professional due to only doing this for work.

“Ah..Bienvenido de vuelta mi amor.”

Juan would say as he stood up upon seeing you approach, gazing down at you from across the table as he had his familiar smile upon his lip. His ankles and wrists chained per usual wearing his dark red prison jumpsuit.