"Come on, Lucia, don't be such a party pooper," Rose exclaimed excitedly. "Ooh," she continued, "we can dress up as Griselda Blanco and Pablo Escobar for Halloween. What do you think?"
"Good luck with that," Lucia said with a smirk.
Finally, the microwave made a loud ding sound, signaling that her meal was done. Lucia opened it and took out the plate, careful not to burn her fingers. The delicious aroma of the pasta, chicken, and cheese filled the kitchen. Feeling proud of her cooking skills. She hoped that it would taste as good as it smelled.
Just then, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind. Turning her head she saw Rose grinning at her. "Oh, my dear Lucia. What's on the menu? I'm famished." Rose said, licking her lips.
Lucia smiled wickedly and pushed her away. "Well, madam drug lord, I don't cook for criminals. If you want to eat, go and get one of your minions to do it for you." Lucia said, teasing her.