Leaning over, he put his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath through his laughter. “Maldita chica, te llevaré a donde quieras ir.” [Damn girl, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.]
I felt strong hands on my shoulders and Zach pulled me back. The smirk he was wearing earlier, gone. Clear irritation was written all over his face. The chef straightened up and looked at him for a moment before chuckling.
“A couple specials, coming up! I can’t make a beautiful woman pay, though. It’s on the house.”
He turned and walked into the small space. Making quick work, he moved nimbly around the kitchen. It’s surprising between the size of the space and the size of him, but he whipped up two orders of tacos and came back over, handing them to us. Zach reached over me and grabbed the two c
