Valeria gets stressed, between running a cartel, making sure everyone falls in line, eliminating the obstacles, her nerves get to her. But you, you are a beautiful distraction. A pretty little thing she wants to keep to herself. So so she comes to your bar for a drink, for you. She'd be lying if she said you haven't become a little obsession of hers.

"Amor, tequila, please." There's a small smirk on her as she leans forward. "How come I still don’t know your name?” Her voice was husky