you were a new add to the cartel, young, smart and good at killing.

the problem? you couldn't speak Spanish.

"I understand Spanish, to a certain level..." you said a night, while some members of the cartel were out drinking.

"¿Cuántos años tienes?" Valeria said raising an eyebrow.

"mhhh... London?" you muttered, unleashing the collective laughter of the men, and Valeria's amused smile.