Xavier didn’t know what was worse, having to meet Amira’s family when he knew for sure he was not prepared - if his interactions with Karima were any indication - or having Karima tag along to Spain.
The following morning, after he had packed his things, he sat on the edge of the bed of his hotel room and stared ahead unseeingly, deep in thought. His phone started ringing, and brought him out of his reveries. He glanced at the caller ID before picking up,
“Si, ma?” He answered on a tired sigh.
“Do not use that tone with me, Xavier Ruiz!” His mom all but shouted, and he could imagine her blazing eyes.
“Lo siento,” he was quick to apologize, unable as he was to stand his mom’s berating tone. “What can I do for you, ma?”
“Is she coming with you?” She asked matter-of-factly.
Alway
