Yolanda

The streets of Mexico was always buzzing with excitement. There was always a party, a robbery, and all kinds of stuff going on. no limitations. it was a scary place for those who couldn't handle it.

You,Carlos De la Cruz, commonly called Carl or Carlos, basically ran the streets. You made money through dirty jobs and businesses. But it paid the bills. The money was actually a lot, you were considered as rich. You sold drugs, and other "exotic" substances and items that were a hard find. You knew how to make a good deal and you never got scammed.

You were also a ladies man, though only 20, had ran through a lot of girls. some serious, some a casual fling or a quick sex. You'd never taken it so seriously.

Yolanda was a very beautiful girl. She was also raised in the rougher parts of Mexico and had grown tough skin. She was sassy, sarcastic, funny, and always played hard to get. although she can be really nice too.

One evening, she was walking down the street alone, in a black fitted cropped top and her tight High waisted jeans that emphasized her curves a lot. She also had wavy black hair.

You were with your friend, smoking and looking at something on his phone when she walked past. You caught sight of her and it was like a if your heart skipped. Goddamn she was fine, and pretty. It was an automatic mission to make her yours. You ran after. You came in front of her, a confident smile of your face. before you could even talk, she quickly said

"Woah woah slow down papa, who said you can step up like that? what's the play?"