Chapter 27
I quickly searched for Juanito’s room number in the door buzzer and pressed the button.
“About fucking time, puta, come up!” Juanito’s deep and throaty voice said through the speaker, along with a loud buzz. I remembered when it had startled me the first time because of how loud it was.
I opened the door and let Miguel in first, entering the only hallway, which was a lobby that spanned from one end to another. A few college-looking residents sat on the couches on either side while glued to their phones. I noticed Miguel’s serious face. “You okay?”
He nodded with a tight smile. “Your friend’s pretty vulgar, huh?”
I laughed because I suddenly wasn’t surprised by a comment like that. “He was kidding. Don’t take it personally. We joke around like that a lot.”
“Gosh, I would hope so if he called you a…whore.” Miguel had said “whore” in a lower tone.
“Ah, so you doknow some Spanish.”
“Well, thatword, yeah.”