Gwyn
Gareth and I end up going to a little Mexican restaurant two blocks away from my house that opened not too long ago and order tacos. The second we walked into the restaurant, all thoughts of Luke were left behind and the scents of the food took over any other thoughts. "We are definitely coming back to this place." I moan around another bite of food. "At least once a week." I tell him, not caring that salsa is dripping down my fingers. "This could be our thing." Gareth looks at me with a small smile playing on his lips and I wonder if there is anything dripping down my chin. I don't even want to know what I look like at the moment.
"I have never seen a woman enjoy food this much." He says and I understand now what that smile is for.
"You want to tell me you are one of those rich
