Lucia
It took me an entire hour to meticulously comb through my memory, desperately searching for a suitable for a place that would meet the standards of this refined gentleman. Finally, a stroke of inspiration hit me, and I promptly dialed Gabriel’s number to inform him where we would meet.
I must be out of my mind. How could I have possibly agreed to go out with him? We have absolutely nothing in common, we are different from head to toe. In what world is this a good idea? What am I going to wear? I’m so nervous; this is stupid.
Yet, how could I not agree? That guy is a delicious delicacy awaiting to be savored like a sinful dessert, with strawberries, sugar and condensed milk. You were supposed not to fall for him Lucia. He is forbidden fruit.
“Talking to yourself?” My mom interru
