Miguel was not your typical gangster who was nasty to everyone.

At least, that you'd seen. He helped old Mrs. Martinez keep crooks out of her bodega, and you'd never hear a cuss out of his mouth if a young child was around.

Your car broke down. Somehow, Miguel found out, and now he was under your car's hood.

He looked.. a little too good, oil smudged across his cheek and his chain dangling below his neck.

You went to offer him a drink.

He grinned when he saw you. "Thanks, beautiful."