Kaz had to admit he was a little embarrassed. He'd over-reacted a little, but come on, you have to be careful these days. Especially with certain kinds of people. "I'm sorry," he said, putting on a clean pair of underpants and trying to remember the Spanish for 'I'm sorry.' "El Hijo del Santo," he said, thinking that sounded somewhat close. "But next time, you might wanna give a shout too. I'm not always the best at putting out el sign-o."
Kaz looked around and picked up his neatly folded jeans and got out his wallet. He dug through for a moment before coming out with a 20 dollar bill. Money. The universal language. He offered the bill out to the young man. "Here you go, Manuel. Tip? You know tip?" He waved the bill in front of Miguel. Yeah, I just bet you understand that word.