Maria ran her fingers through her hair, she looked away from Miguel and around the restaurant like someone should come and rescue her or the ground should open and swallow her whole.
"I...I can't do this," Maria stuttered.
"What part? Loving me, f*****g me, or being in a serious relationship with me?" Miguel asked.
Maria's face turned bright red with embarrassment and anger. "Stop this! This is inappropriate and disrespectful. I'm not going to engage in this conversation with you," she said firmly, trying to keep her composure.
Miguel's smile faltered for a moment, but then he regained his confidence. "Very well. Let's go over the menu, we can talk about something else," Miguel said, he raised his hand to signal the waitress.
The waitress came over to take their order "What will
