~Lily~
The waiter had not even left the table yet when a man appeared out of nowhere like the plot twist I had not ordered but was apparently getting served tonight anyway.
He was tall, golden-skinned from the sun, wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled and the top few buttons undone like he was auditioning to be the sexy love interest in a Netflix summer movie.
He had dark hair that looked like he had run his hands through it in a way that should not have been attractive but was, and he smiled at me with the kind of confidence that only came from either being very charming or very stupid.
“Señorita,” he said smoothly, sliding into the seat beside me before I could even say no, and his accent rolled over the word like it had been dipped in caramel. “You dine alone?”
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