Paco is walking out of the bathroom and I rush past him.<br />"You might want to wait before you--" Paco's voice fades as I close the door, locking myself in. Wiping my eyes, I gaze into the mirror. I'm a complete mess. My mascara is dripping and . . . oh, it's no use. I slide down and sit on the cold tile floor. Now I realize what Paco was about to tell me. The place stinks; it really reeks . . . almost to the point where I want to throw up. I put my hand over my nose, trying to ignore the offending smell.<br /><br />***<br /><br />After locking the door behind him, he crouches beside me and takes me in his arms, pulling me close. Then he sniffs a few times. "Holy shit. Was Paco in here?"<br />I nod.<br />He smoothes my hair and mutters something in Spanish.<br /><br />***<br /><br />She, too, sniffs a bunch of times. "Was Paco in here?"<br />Alex and I nod.<br />"What the fuck does that guy eat that it comes out his other end smelling so rotten? Dammit," she says, wadding up tissue and putting it over her nose.