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Diesel
“Hollywood,she misses you. She won’t say it, but I see it in her eyes,” I say to his retreating back. He pauses for a brief second before continuing toward the clubhouse. “She doesn’t deserve you treating her like this.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing she has you to make her feel better,” he spits out. He doesn’t so much as stop this time. Anger bubbles inside me and all I want to do is punch something or someone. A buzz in my pocket pulls me away from my thoughts. I pull my phone out and there’s a text from Tink. I almost forgot I texted her asking what her favorite drink is.
From Pixie:Hmm, I’m partial to Malibu Rum and pineapple juice.
To Pixie:Perfect. See you soon, beautiful.
I hop in my car and head to the liquor store before going to get Tink. I pick up some cans of premixed Malibu Rum and pineapple juice for Tink and some premade cans of Jack and Coke for myself. I grab a bag of ice and check out. Back at my car, I pop open the trunk. I packed a cooler, a bunch of blankets, and a few pillows. After last night, I knew this would be a perfect date for us. Once I have everything in the cooler, I climb into my car and head for Tink’s house.
At her house, I park my Camaro in her driveway and walk up to the door. I knock a couple of times and wait. A minute later, the door opens. Tink is standing there with a smile on her face, looking gorgeous as always. She’s wearing a flowy halter top like tank top, capris, and flip flops.
“Hey there, beautiful.” I return the smile. “You ready to go?”
“Let me grab my purse, then I will be.” She takes a couple steps inside to grab her purse then comes outside, shutting and locking the door. “So, where are we going first?”
“First, we get dinner. Second part is a surprise,” I tell her.
“Ugh.” She fake groans. “It’s okay if you tell me, you know.”
“What’s the fun in that?” I smirk.
She folds her arms across her chest in an attempt to pout. “Fine.”
I drive us to a local Mexican restaurant. She had mentioned craving it so I thought why not.
“Oh my gosh! I’ve been craving Mexican food all week,” she says when she notices where we are.
“You told me a couple days ago, so I decided to help you satisfy your craving.” I wink at her. We head inside and get seated pretty quickly.
“Hola! Welcome toLa Taberna,” she greets us. “Can I start y’all off with something to drink? Maybe somequesoor guac?”
“I’ll have a sweet tea, please,” Tink tells her.
“I’ll have the same and can we please get somequeso?” I say.
“Of course. I’ll get that right out for you.” She walks away to get our drinks.
“So, what’s your favorite thing to get here,” I ask Tink.
“Theirfajitasare really good. So are theirenchiladas, but my favorite is the chickenflautas.”
“Those all sound delicious. Thanks for making it more difficult for me to choose,” I tease.
“Why don’t I get one thing and you get something different, then we can share,” she suggests.
“That’s the best idea I’ve ever heard.” I chuckle. “Now to narrow it down to two.”
She laughs. “I’m gettingflautas. They’re what I’ve been craving the most. Well, and thequeso.”
“Alright, hmm.” I glance at the menu. “I’ll getenchiladas.”
“The chicken ones withquesoon them instead of red sauce are amazing,” she tells me.
“Then that’s what I’ll get.”
