SANCHO
"Where do you want to eat? Name it, it's on me," I said with a smile as we walked toward where my car was parked. She gave me a look because of what I said. She doesn't really want me to treat her unless it's our anniversary or there's a special occasion that we need to celebrate.
"It's a special day today, so please let me treat you to a good restaurant. I know a place; want to try it, baby?" I asked sweetly.
"You know how I feel about you spending money on me, Sancho. I feel like I'm proving your mother right—that I'm after your money. What if she finds out and comes storming in again?" she said, pouting. She's cute when she pouts. I know she's not trying to be cute when she does that, but she is.
I remember the first day my mother found out about our relationship; she stormed
