Chapter 32
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"So we're basically going to a Mexican restaurant."
"No, Mexico isn't the only Latin County in America. There is Panamá, Venezuela, Columbia, Honduras...Should I continue?"
He laughs, "Okay, I get you, Miss I know my geography."
"It's not geography." The only reason I know about the Latin countries is that I'm in love Spanish, the culture everything. It's one of my goals to visit the Caribbean Spanish countries as well as the Central and South America ones. I went to Mexico when I was in college so that was ticked off. The next one I'll be going is Cuba; for my vacation this year. I can't wait.
"What kind of food do they sell?"
I grinning I answered, "Everything, even Jamaican Food."
"But Jamaican isn't a Spanish country." He said confused.
"That's where you're wrong, the Spanish were the first persons to capture Jamaica and then the British came and took it from them. Even till this day, Spanish is Jamaican's second language, or third if you count Patois as one." I stop at the light and looked at him, his mouth hanging.
"What?"
"How do you know so much about Jamaica?" I could hear the curiosity and the amazing by his tone.
"Everyone loves Jamaica." Jamaica is so beautiful how can people not love it?
He tilts his head to the side and nod, "True."
I laugh.
"Have you ever been there, to Jamaica?"
"No," I said shaking my head. "I want to go though."
He reached over and placed his hands on my shoulder, "Me too, maybe we can go together sometime in the future."
I smile.
Maybe.
The stoplight switched and the cars in front of me start moving, taking the car out of the park, I start driving too."
"How far is it?"
"It's in New Jersey, Englewood. There's a lot Caribbean and Latin persons living there so that's the best place for it. We'll be there in thirty depending on the traffic leading to the bridge."
"You should take the Tunnel it's faster." I nod in agreement.
"It is but it's too far from Englewood, the bridge will lead us straight in."
"True, You're a true Miss Geography and History."
I laugh and shake my head. After living in America all my life, I think I should know a few places.
"Since I'm Miss Geography and History. What does that make you?"
"Oh, I'm Mister Law and Order." He said with a fruity voice and a smirk. "Sleek."
He acts as if he's brushing something off his shoulder, "Always."
I laugh and shake my head, "You're crazy."
"I'm fun. There's a difference."
I raised my brow and smile, "There's a fine line between fun and crazy."
"Says the girl who jumped from a nine feet high staircase." I quickly my head to him with my brows raised. How did he know about that? "Oh, I know about it alright. You look left and right yet you didn't look behind you. I was coming out of the bathroom when I saw. I was like this girl is either crazy or she just loves school so much she won't miss a class.
I turn, looking back on the road, I shake my head as I remember that day. Mr. Galen had told us about the test two weeks before. I thought everything was okay until I realize that I had an art project due that I didn't even start. I had to rush the painting and by the time I looked on my watch, I was fifteen minutes late for my test. With my paint apron still strapped around my waist, I ran so fast that when it came to the staircase I had enough speed to jump and I did. I ended up with a sprain wrist, but it was worth it because I passed the test with a 96%.
"For your information, I had a really important test that day."
"Your still crazy."
I shrug, "At least I know that if law fail me, I can become a stunt double. I have some really good skills."
"Oh yeah, I know."
It took me a while to pick up his sexual innuendo and when I did I laugh then push his shoulder. "I don't have any skill where that is a concern."
"Don't worry, A few lessons from me and you'll have plenty."
I shake my head between my laughs. "Seth Parker, what am I going to do with you?"
"A little later and I'll show you." He moved his hands up my thighs and then pat my front which was covered by the jeans.
"If you don't stop we might up in an accident and I won't be able to eat anything."
"It's the weekend, it's probably packed."
"It is but I made a reservation." I made the reservations the last time I was there three months ago and I made sure to call them again yesterday to confirm that I will be coming.
"So you had the plan to take a hot date to the restaurant but he cancelled so you dialled my number instead."
"Or you jealous?" I removed my right hand from the stirring wheel and pinched his cheek.
"What if I am?" I was a little taken back with his answer. Most men never admit certain emotions especially one concerning jealously.
Yet Seth wasn't like Most men.
He is so much nicer.
There was no need for me to get his jealous, so I told him the truth, "I go there alone all the time. It's actually one of my favourite restaurants and I've never shared it with anyone until now, with you."
"Why do you go alone?"
"Because I'm single and I was planning on marrying myself off to a Latino."
"You like those Spanish guys, eeh?"
"Yeah, but they don't like me so I'm going settle for anyone who speaks the language." In college I had a cross path with a few Columbian guys, let's just say it didn't go well.
