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We found margaritas.
And tacos and chips and salsa and guacamole.
Court insisted it was his favorite place in town. But the boy had clearly never been to a real Mexican restaurant in Southern California. Because while it felt like comfort food, it was nowhere near as good as home.
But they poured their drinks strong, and after three of them, I was definitely tipsy enough not to care that the tacos were subpar. At least they were tacos. Tacos were life.
I came back from the restroom to find that he’d already paid the bill. I swatted at him. “I was going to pay half.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “I’m a gentleman.”
“No, you’re not,” I told him, poking his rather firm chest. “Next time, it’s on me.”
“You seem to be uncomfortable with the idea of me doing things for you.”
I step
