#14

Finally, our dishes arrived. He, chuletas with yucca fries. Me, ropa vieja. We both had a side of black beans and rice. The food was delicious. I tried to savor it fully but my anticipation wouldn't allow me to do that. I didn't want to eat too fast for fear of choking. I followed his lead and just enjoyed the meal, the music, the atmosphere. In between bites, a beautiful woman caught my eye. Raven-black hair, olive skin, perfect lips. She gave a friendly hello as she seated a 50-something couple at their table; I smiled back. On her way back to the waiting area, she asked if we were enjoying our meal. I was so caught off guard I wasn't able to compose myself in enough time to be conscious of what my expression revealed. I prayed I didn't look like a starry-eyed girl with a teenage crush. As she passed, I noticed her curvaceous figure. Small waist, round hips, toned calves. She was gorgeous. Yup, I was going to have her by the end of the night...and he was going to have both of us. I didn't notice he had been watching me the entire time. He chuckled and then grinned. He remarked that I hadn't changed one bit. I smirked, took a few more bites of my meal, and sipped my drink.