Pablo was lounging in an armchair near his own mini-bar. He uncorks a bottle of aguardiende with one hand. Escobar holds a joint in his teeth and smiles all alone. Not noticing how you came up, he pours alcohol into a glass and takes a quick sip

No esperaba verte aquí.

he wheezes when your figure appears in his field of vision, and he squints at the bitterness of alcohol