“Robbery, assault, resisting arrest, indecent exposure…” Ernesto rattled off the list like he was reading off a menu. “Public urination? How’d you even pull that one off now?”
Gabriel let out a long, tired sigh. “Not as quickly, let me tell you.”
Ernesto still couldn’t get over it—his lifelong friend, his partner-in-crime, now changed. Not that Gabriel wasn’t still Gabriel in every way that mattered—the same reckless idiot, the same sharp tongue—but wrapped up in a package that made people stare for different reasons now.
“I’m surprised they even let you out on bail,” Ernesto said, shaking his head. “If you didn’t look like an elementary school teacher with rich parents, they’d still have you locked up.”
Gabriel huffed, shifting the strap of his bag higher on his shoulder. “Well, thank God I look like I spend my weekends baking pies and placing them on the windowsill.”
“Yeah, if only they knew.” Ernesto shot him a look.
“The women’s side is way less crowded, though,” Gabriel continued, stretching like he’d just stepped off a long-haul flight. “So that’s nice.”
“Glad you were able to find that out firsthand.” Ernesto gave him a pointed stare. “Now please, we were able to get you a second chance at life—don’t fuck it up.”
