“Ready?” Dylan asked knocking on my doors. We were getting ready for a date night out. It’s been a few weeks since Anita and Dylan returned to Havana and though Dylan is hesitant in me contacting Anita, I didn’t see any harm in it. I don’t think I’m too trusting. I just want to believe instead, believe in her has a person.
“Where are we going?” I asked while buckling up myself in our car. It’s was a beautiful eighty-five-degree Fahrenheit night in Florida, perfect and ideal for a date.
“Luis mentioned a new restaurant that opened up, thought I’d take us there.” He said typing the address from his phone into the GPS.
“My dad? Really? When was he interested in restaurants?” I laughed at his remark. My father, as loving as he is, is not a romantic man. Even when my mother was alive, he w
