VioletI was standing out on the balcony, overlooking the atrium watching as my classmates wandered out for dancing “under the stars” portion of the night.
Seeing Lalo, memories of us came flooding back, sweet, romantic, sexy, sad, heartbreaking memories and I needed some air.
The band was up and going, singing covers to songs that were big during our senior year. I swayed to the music, looking over the crowd searching for him. I needed to stay as far away from him as possible.
I looked at each and every face, but none of them registered as the one that I was searching for.
“Hola Lettie. Cómo estás mi corazón?”
At first, I was startled, then his deep baritone, accented voice registered, and the sound of a nickname that only he used immediately made my knees week.
I took a deep breath
