“Yeah, nothing that isn’t on my resume,” he replied with a loose and lazy shrug. “Outside of Jacksonville and a bit by Fayetteville. Didn’t spend much time there.” He figured anyone who knew that area would take a wild guess that the reason he was only in Jacksonville for a short stint could guess he was military. Again, nothing that was not on his resume. “Went to Panama City a few times, too.” Both were just wet and gross for weather. He loved his time in Southern California the best out of the places he was forced to live. Granted everything costed an arm and a leg, but it was gorgeous.
When Charlie commented that it was too bad that he did not live in town, he gave a small chuckle. Hardly the case. He knew there was a conflict between the some of the people who lived on the island and Nuno’s own sense of morality. He had been raised by a very specific mentality, even in the ghetto dumpster fire his neighborhood was. He was a cop, now, and it seemed a fair share of the people in Summerview liked to be a hint too shady for him. It was actually painful sometimes to look the other way. Caused a fucking kink in his neck. “Nah, this place just ain’t my style.” It was the most… diplomatic way of saying he’d have a stroke if he lived on the island.
“Yeah. Home girl is fucking awesome drinking buddy.” He chuckled and thanked the bartender for his new drink. After a sip, he replied. “Ah, high speed internet. The Jersey knock-off of a bodega. Got one down my street. Cat and all. Commute to work doesn’t have a gate with some pissy-ass inhuman who may or may not give me shit for crossing. Amazon Prime, Amazon Fresh, Door Dash.” He hummed and thought if there was anything missing. “Ah yes, my neighbors not being able to do some crazy shit without me noticing quickly or stopping.” He smirked.
“You like it here, though? Compared to where you were last?”