El Cubano
Juanito always loved the smell that filled the air after it rained in the city. Something about the sweet, earthy aroma reminded him it was summer and that there was nowhere he needed to be in the morning. That relaxed him. He breathed in the reminder and wanted to sigh but was too tired to get it out. Every situation over past few years had just taxed him to the point that he was tired of it all. He’d spent the night driving his cousin, Omar, around the city - tied up by proxy in all the drama that Omar immersed himself in. This night in particular involved his (again) trying to cultivate a new relationship while maintaining a current relationship, by being there for his new love interest when her most recent relationship went sour. Omar loved the thrill of it all, and initially it proved somewhat amusing for Juanito, like a soap opera that he got to play a minor role in; but more than anything it provided a sense of… escape. Escape from the problems immediate family provided.