Rey

I asked where we going. I was flustered and not thinking clearly. [This felt familiar—calming a cute guy with a short temper. Rey squeezed Diego’s hand again.] You tend to have that effect on me.

[It was hard to concentrate at times when they talked. Multi-tasking seemed impossible as all of Rey’s focus was on him. To say she was smitten would be an understatement.]

I’m okay. You’re okay. We probably won’t have the same driver on the way back. [She hoped her words would help release the tension bubbling in Diego.

She followed behind the hostess, staring the location was fine and sat down. Jenny placed the menus and wrapped silverware in front of them. ]

Mike will be your server. You two cuties enjoy!

[Was it possible to get diabetes from someone’s voice? The sweet saccharine voice was a bit grating, but Rey couldn’t hold it against Jenny. If that was her natural voice…god help her.

Rey’s eyes looked down at the menu for a moment. The mood between them was shifting and she was starting to get concerned. ]

Are you alright? [She asked, her brown eyes searching Diego’s. Had the car ride really upset him that much? ]