When we walked into the Club, I can hear Latin music blaring through the loudspeakers. Raul put his hand gently on my back as we followed my parents to a table near the dance floor.
“I’ll get everyone a round of drinks,” My dad said.
“I’d like to see the wine list here. I’ll come with you,” Raul said.
“Your father and Raul seem to get along very well,” My mother smiled.
I looked at the bar where they stood laughing and conversing, “Yes they do,”
“I imagine you guys are getting serious,” she said.
“Mom, she brought him halfway across the country to meet us. I’d say so,” Maria laughed.
“How’s the new job going?” My mother asked.
“It’s going well. I’m lucky my boss gave me the week off,” I smiled.
“Considering your boss is here with you, I don’t think it was hard to convince him
