Dorado finished pomading his hair with Lunatic Fringe in the gym mirror and reshouldered his bag. He headed out of the locker room and walked down the hallway. He pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket and checked it.

He occasionally got notifications while weight training.

Snapchat.

DollieGurl87 has added you.

DollieGurl?

Dorado shoved his phone back into his pocket, smelly gym clothes in his bag and mounted the stairs.

Rosita was waiting outside of the Y, leaning on the brick wall and yammering on her phone. She rolled her eyes and ended the conversation when she saw him, already walking away with her keys pulled out.

Ugh, whatta bitch.

"Why can't you just drive yourself?"

"Dad's cheap." Dorado said.

Rosita rolled her eyes, Camero starting up, "You have a job, doncha?"

"Yeah, at a restaurant as a line cook in California." Dorado snarked back, "for minimum wage."

Rosita grumbled, then said, "At least that Corona bullshit is over."

"Oh yeah, that's pretty nice." Dorado said, thinking about a bright yellow lamborghini.

Rosita sat silent.

So did Dorado.

They stopped at a stoplight.

"You ever think it's weird how we can't speak Spanish but we live within miles of the border?"

"Um, no, never really thought about that." Dorado said, still thinking about the lambo.

"Like, hell, I could literally go right now." Rosita said, "We'd blend in really well, and we'd be there in like, what, an hour?"

"What da hell are ya talkin' about?" Dorado said, finally giving her his full attention.

"Like, I'm just sayin'!"

"What did you do while I was workin' out?" Dorado asked incredulously, "Sell a pound of weed without a license?!"

"No, no, just thinkin' to myself." Rosita splayed her fingers against the wheel, dark eyes wide and heavily lined with Laura Mercier.

"I refuse to believe you're innocent." Dorado crossed his thick arms and leaned into his seat.

Light finally turned green.

Rosita sighed, still quiet.

Dorado was like a brick wall most days.

You couldn't really get much out of him.

"Do you think…" Rosita said, then stopped, eyes always on the road.

Dorado looked up with a "Hm?"

"Do you think," Rosita started again, "that maybe something's wrong?"

"Whaddya mean?" Honestly, he didn't care, "Is this another break up?"

"Oh shuddup!" Rosita shouted.

"Yeah, okay." Dorado said, opening his phone because of a barrage of texts causing it to vibrate angrily. "Mom's texting again, seriously, what did ya do?"

"Nothing, I swear!" Rosita said, fingers curled around the steering wheel.

Dorado unlocked the phone with his thumb, seeing among the sea of his easily panicked mother one from Marco.

Dorado smirked and tapped the icon, DollieGurl87 completely buried.

Marco's text was short, sweet, simple; You hear about the strip club robbery yet? It's all over the news, bro.