Chapter 4December 22: Ramon
I’d been wracking my brain trying to think what we could talk about on that long walk back to the hotel. Angie was easy to talk to, but part of me kept leaning toward his new job and his move. I wanted to know how a person uprooted himself from home and family, all by himself. The only people I knew who’d done it had moved with someone. Talking about those things probably wasn’t going to help either of us right now. Fortunately, right when I needed to open my mouth, a burst of music came from the till-now-silent café speakers. Without thinking, I said, “I need to dance more when I get home.”
“You definitely do! You’re a great partner!”
I almost grabbed his hand. It was a close call. I wanted to walk hand-in-hand with this guy down the street talking about our
