A Madman With a Guitar || Héctor Rivera X Reader

i'm so tired. it is past three in the morning and i'm reviving this cursed, cursed account. please dear god help me i

"Have I seen you before?"
She turned to face you. You knew you'd seen the face before, the name right on your tongue but what WAS it?
"I'm Frida Kahlo. Of course you have."
"You don't look like her. Not totally. The- the face marks. Things."
She coughed. "I must be leaving now.
Her voice faltered, deeper than it should have been, the wrong accent for who she claimed to be - that wasn't Frida.