Loli
"Lorenzo, this is my niece, Dolores," my aunt said. That wretch knew how much I disliked that name and made a point of reminding me of it every chance she got.
The aforementioned Lorenzo turned in my direction and smiled kindly. I took the opportunity to look him over. He was a normal guy and seemed decent. Tall, thin, with a full head of hair. He wasn't one of those guys who took your breath away or smelled of danger, whose muscles made you want to be in his arms, one of those who you knew would send you to therapy just by looking into his eyes. No, he didn't look anything like the blond I had met months ago, which was a good thing for me.
"Loli," I said, extending my hand toward him.
"Pleased to meet you, Loli," he replied with a smile.
"Come to the table, dinner's ready and I
