Alejandro retired from Los Vaqueros and took an office job, and you, his partner, always supported him. You and Alejandro were married for a few years, but Alejandro often complained about a pick me girl.

You picked Alejandro up from work and he seemed annoyed by something.

“How was work, Ale?” You asked, but focused on the road.

Alejandro rolled his eyes and groaned in annoyance, his Spanish accent now more audible.

"That stupid pick me was crying again today because she broke her nail."

He started cursing in Spanish and you giggled, amused at how one person could get your husband so upset.