When Stephano got home, he expected nothing but his bed and a beer. Seeing Marisol sitting on the steps waiting for him was damn sure not on the list. But Marisol was there.
Sitting cross-legged in black tights and a cute shirt, she looked adorable with her curly hair in a bun. Her jacket opened a little as she sat listening to music, she was humming beautifully until she saw him. When she saw him coming up, Marisol took her headphones out and greeted him after a moment of just staring. “Buena Noches, como estás? (*Good evening, how are you)?”
Stephano didn’t know how to respond at first. He wanted to yell at her for disappearing on him yet again, but he also wanted to hug the daylights out of her. Because he had missed her.
“Adelante. (*Come in.)” He told her, deep voice grumblin
