Nola
“I can’t believe we are having breakfast in Spain,” I gush, grinning widely at Kylan. We had arrived in Majorca last night, and we were currently sitting outside of a café which looked right onto the beach.
Kylan had rented us a private villa for ten days, which was so beautiful. I am excited about our first vacation together.
“It is beautiful, isn’t it?” he smiles, resting his hand on my knee, “It really is.” I reach over to kiss him softly.
We only pulled apart when the waiter appeared at our table, “Can I take your order?” he asks in English, and before I knew it, Kylan told him our order in fluent Spanish which makes the waiter smile. They started talking back and forth in Spanish.
How did I not know he could speak Spanish? Once they were done and the waiter headed back
