Page 16 of U + Me : The Finale
When we made it to the Ochoa’s, it was a small, dainty authentic Mexican spot, and as soon as the aroma from the food hit my nose, my stomach growled so loud, even KK heard it.
“I remember how much you loved to make tacos so I figured Mexican would be perfect.”
“That’s what’s up,” I beamed. The fact that she took the time to pick a place based off of what she knew I liked was a sign in the positive direction.
Once we ordered our food, we picked a table by the window and waited for the server to bring our drinks. KK clearly was as hungry as I was because we ended up ordering a gang of shit. They gave us chips and salsa on the house, but KK wanted guacamole, which was some shit I could never really get into. KK ordered a birria tacos for us to split, a steak torta with everything on it for herself and I ordered the super steak and chicken burrito with rice, bean, and cheese only. All that extra shit like tomato, lettuce, and sour cream I couldn’t really rock with. I liked to keep shit pretty basic when it came to my food, especially when going to a place that I had never been at before.
“Thanks for going out with me. It means a lot. I guess you halfway like me still huh,” I joked, causing her to laugh while I broke the ice.
“I honestly didn’t think I would see or talk to you again after you left my place the other night.”
“You mean after you put me out.”
“I didn’t put you out, I just didn’t want things to go to a place that I was not ready to take it. The last time we slept together…well, you know. Ion want to keep bringing up the past.”
“And I’m so glad you said that. I regret how I handled things, and it is killing me that I hurt you to the point you felt you hadto block me out of your life. I never want to go through that with you again.”
“Well, now that we’re going to be business partners, you won’t have to worry about that.”
“All you wanna be is business partners?”
“I mean, do you think it would be wise for us to try to be anything else? You live in a whole other state… it might not be a good idea to mix business with pleasure.”
“I think it depends on how you look at it. There is nothing wrong with building and growing together for one. And distance is nothing to a giant.”
“Could you ever see yourself moving back to Chicago?”
Before I could answer, one of the servers brought part of our order to the table, giving me some time to think about my answer.
“Honestly, I love the shit out of my city, but I could never see myself moving back here full time.”
“Well then I guess us ever being anything more than friends is not an option.”
“How you figure? Would you ever see yourself moving to Georgia?”
“More than likely no. For one, I’ve never been to Georgia. The south is hotter than hell and I’m good right where I’m at.”
“How can you say that if you’ve never visited?”
“I just know.”
“I think you should leave your options open.” I suggested.
“Likewise,” KK rebutted.
Before either one of us could say anything else, the server brought the rest of our food out to our table.
“If you need anything else, please let me know.”
“Gracias.” KK smiled at the lady, and she scurried off.
As she dug into her food, I couldn’t help but admire how comfortable she still was around me. I hate when I would take afemale out to eat, and they would act bashful about busting they food down. I tried a piece of the birria tacos; after dipping it into the juice that KK told me to dip it into, it was surprisingly good as fuck.
“These fye!” I complimented.
“I told you. As much as you like Mexican food, I can’t believe you haven’t tried them before.”
“They look like they would turn your stomach and have you on the shitter. But they actually good as fuck.”
