Cuco’s pov;
I sat in silence for a while, too stunned to speak. “You made it yourself?” I repeated, my brows furrowed in confusion, unable to hide my surprise.
He nodded and grinned. “It’s hard to believe right?”
I found myself nodding. If he made it himself, then why was it the same one worn by Diego?
“Are you sure?” I asked again.
He chuckled. “Let me tell you something, Cuco,” he walked even more closer. “I might be a gangster, but I’m not dumb. I’m on the verge of getting my medical license and very soon, you’re going to call me a doctor. And that’s not all,” he chuckled. “I’m a perfumer. A licensed one at that!” He seemed excited. “It’s one hobby I’ve grown to love.”
I nodded slowly. “Do you make it for commercial purposes?”
He furrowed his brows. “You want it?”
I didn’t know
