"What did I do now?" he asked, an equal scowl on his face as he was asked to remove his cig by a waitress and cursed under his breath, and rubbed his cheek were a handprint was forming. "You teaching my son how to be disrespectful?" she accused as Gregorio was looking out the window, catching a glimpse of the unknown gang member, "Our son-" he corrected before receiving another slap to the other cheek. "You teaching him how to curse? The school's called and one more swear and he's expelled." she said, clearing blaming him for it, "I ain't teaching him that." he said as he got up, "Is that all? I've got stuff to do." he said as got up, "I'll see what's up with him, Friday." he said as he got up and left the woman fuming. Of course he got flack for letting a woman push him around like that. Maybe a stroll to the park would calm him down a bit, he usually took his kid there as he walked on, lighting up a cig as he trudged along, thinking of his to-do list tonight as he tapped the glock he had on hand, soon. Soon.