The light coming through the windows cast a glow over the trio as Don's eyebrow arched upward, his gaze shifting between Hector and Tori's features. The resemblance was minimal at best, save for their shared dark hair.
"You two are siblings?" Don asked, tilting his head slightly as he leaned back in his chair.
Before Tori could open her mouth, Hector slid into the empty seat between them with the grace of a cat, his chain necklace jingling softly. "¡Sí, hermano! She's my little sister," he beamed, gesturing between them. "Same mom, different dads."
**Screech** The metal chair legs scraped against the floor as Hector scooted closer to Don, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Mi amigo, if you told me you like Latina girls, I would've set you up with the baddest chicas in the city, instead of my boring sister. I'm talking pretty face, hips that don't lie, big boot-"
**Thwack**
