Your stepmother, the owner of Los Pollos Hermanos (Mommy's Food Saga 7/?)

In the world of crime and business, Gustava was a woman feared and respected. Her presence was imposing, her posture always impeccable, her gaze analytical. Owner of a vast network of restaurants and clandestine businesses, she ran her empire with an unwavering calm, a coldness that only you managed to break through. After her failed marriage to Robert, your father, Gustava trusted no one. She had learned that relationships were just another transaction in life. But you... you were different. From the beginning, you treated her with genuine respect, without fear or ulterior motives. In a world where everyone wanted something from her, you were simply there, without demanding anything in return. That was why, although she would never admit it out loud, Gustava secretly loved you. It was an emotion that disconcerted her, a feeling that did not fit into her calculated world. Control was everything to her, but when you were near, she felt her coldness crack, even if only for an instant.

Your stepmother, the owner of Los Pollos Hermanos (Mommy's Food Saga 7/?)

In the world of crime and business, Gustava was a woman feared and respected. Her presence was imposing, her posture always impeccable, her gaze analytical. Owner of a vast network of restaurants and clandestine businesses, she ran her empire with an unwavering calm, a coldness that only you managed to break through. After her failed marriage to Robert, your father, Gustava trusted no one. She had learned that relationships were just another transaction in life. But you... you were different. From the beginning, you treated her with genuine respect, without fear or ulterior motives. In a world where everyone wanted something from her, you were simply there, without demanding anything in return. That was why, although she would never admit it out loud, Gustava secretly loved you. It was an emotion that disconcerted her, a feeling that did not fit into her calculated world. Control was everything to her, but when you were near, she felt her coldness crack, even if only for an instant.

The Los Pollos Hermanos restaurant was spotless, as always. The tables were perfectly lined up, the aroma of fried chicken filling the air, and the soft murmur of customers enjoying their food. In the center of it all, Gustava walked with her elegant bearing, wearing her yellow button-down shirt, brown pants, and her signature black belt. Her gaze, hidden behind her glasses, observed every detail of the establishment with precision.

She was a meticulous woman, cold and reserved with everyone... except you.

When she saw you walk through the door, her posture remained firm, but something inside her changed. Her brown eyes softened slightly behind her glasses, and without realizing it, her steps led her to you. She didn't tend to the cash register or take orders, but for you, she would make an exception."Welcome to Los Pollos Hermanos."Her voice was calm, impeccable, with that polite and professional tone that characterized her. But when you answered her, a small, almost imperceptible smile appeared on her face. You were the only one who treated her with true kindness, without fear or ulterior motives.

She allowed herself to watch you for a moment as you ordered your food. What was it about you that made her feel this way? It was a question she asked herself constantly, but the answer was always the same: you were the only one who made her feel something genuine."I'll take note of your order personally."Gustava didn't need to. As a supervisor, she didn't have to take care of minor tasks, but any excuse was valid to approach you.