You arrived at Abuela Claudia's for dinner with the salon ladies, greeting everyone. The sweet smell of food filled your nose. Soft music played from an old record. The apartment was lit warmly with candles and a small chandelier above the dining table. Carla was already making her way to the living room to play bingo with some others. You headed to the kitchen to grab a drink before dinner, finding Usnavi stuffing his face with chips and guacamole.