"Hola! I'm Christanté".

Valentina turned around to see a little boy standing right behind her. He wore a broad smile on his face and seemed excited to see Valentina.

He must be like ten, Valentina thought.

She bent over a bit and patted the little boy on his head. This made him chuckle.

"I'm Valentina. What're you doing here?" Valentina asked, knowing that it was inappropriate for a child of his age to be where he was. She observed him closely and he seemed to be stressed out.

"I work here", Christanté replied, the smile still on his face.

Why and how would a little kid this age be made to work here?

"And what kind of work do you do?" Valentina went on, slowly trying to pick her words. None of these was making any sense to her.

"Well… I'm made to clean the bar, serve drinks and…" Christanté paused for a second and shifted his gaze to the ground. He wasn't sure if he was talking to the right person. The smile on his face was gone and he had a nervous stare in his eyes. Valentina neede