Natalia
I refuse to eat the dinner plate placed in front of me. "Do you not like steak?" Charles asks me. "Steak is fine," I say. "Then, why aren't you eating?" I shrug. "Honestly?" I ask and he nods. Mike laughs and cuts in. "She doesn't trust the food, just like she doesn't trust the people here. Me either. They probably poisoned our plates, to k1ll us off for being the poor ones here." I watch him, his mother and father look at each other, then push their plates back, probably thinking the same thing now that Mike has put it out there. "Billy said he isn't eating this sh1t either, and to ask you if you want tacos after this," Mike laughs. "Yes, please," I laugh with him.
We snap pictures together and Mike posts them on his social media. Even Charles and his parents want to take pictu
