Teresa's POV
"Where are we meeting Tomas?" Daisy asked me while looking at me.
"It's at a restaurant near my job at the grocery store. You know it; we've eaten there a couple of times," I told Daisy.
"Oh, honestly, I can't really remember it," Daisy said, as she seemed to be thinking about the place I was referring to.
"It doesn't matter; you're coming with me anyway, and you'll be able to see it."
"By the way, what are you going to make me for breakfast tomorrow?"
"We'll see. Don't expect anything fancy," I told Daisy as I turned and rested my head on the pillow.
"Come on, you have to spoil me. Remember, I'm your guest."
"That doesn't mean I have to be your personal chef," I told Daisy as I turned to look at her.
"You're so mean, Teresa. Do you know I gave up sleeping in my own
