nineteen
Santiago Worries
“Good morning.”
Diesel’s head was on my chest. He kissed my n****e, then sat up and yawned. “I’m starving. Do you mind if we go out for brunch? The Strawberry Street Cafe makes the best lazy day food, and it’s only a ten-minute walk from here.”
I nodded and patted Diesel on the knee. “As long as we can keep studying each other, yes.” We’d been up late learning more about our habits, and backgrounds. While I was fairly sure our interview with immigration would be easy, we couldn’t take any chances. “Why do you think they sped up the process for us?” I asked. “Normally it takes months before we would be called in.”
“I can guarantee it’s because of who you are.” Diesel swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. “That can be both good and bad, so don’t ge
