In-person: Sam A/Cris M
[It's a lil bit of a challenge, huh? Getting from the Station to Sonrisa—only 'cause the puppy don't wanna sit still in the car, and, not once, but twice, he tries to crawl under Cris' feet where they rest on the pedals. Eventually, after the guy gets the pup clamped down in his lap, it's a smoother ride, as short as it is.—He has somea those plastic tubs for moving, and he plops Tedito in them, stacked like they are, as he butts against the front doora Sam's shop.
He's changed into an old, washed-out v-neck over his camiseta and dark jeans. It's in the 40s out, but he knows they're gonna be moving lots, so, he leaves his jacket in the driver's seat. Chin to his chest, as the door opens, he talks to the pup in the tub, smiling stupid as the lil guy wags his tail, trying to sniff over the lippa plastic.] This is la tienda de mami. [He looks up, to see if Sam's alone or not.]