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walked past the students. "Well," she whispered up to him, "let's give them something to talk about." She reached over and wrapped her hands around his arm and leaned into him as they walked outside. "You're really something, you know that?" he said with a laugh as they approached his truck. "If you only knew," she thought to herself. As they waited in line to exit the parking lot, he said, "Even though the fact that we're on a date is going to be all over the school, I really don't feel like giving them more to talk about. How about if we just go back to my place and eat?" "Your place, huh?" she said with mock indignation. "Well," he stammered, "we could go to your apartment if you want." But when he looked at her she was smiling. She laughed and let him off the hook, "I was just kidding. Your place is fine. So what are we going to eat?" "Well..." he thought for a minute. "How about some homemade chicken enchiladas? Plus, I make some killer margaritas." "That sounds wonderful!" she replied. "I love a good margarita. You can really make enchiladas? Do you have enough time?" "Sure. I just need thirty minutes. The only thing we're missing is chips and cheese, and I can't make that to save my life. We'll have to stop and get some queso." "Mmmm, that sounds good too!" she replied, "but I'll buy that part of our dinner." He laughed, but agreed to her demands. As he drove, he picked up his cell phone and dialed the number of his favorite Tex-Mex restaurant and placed an order-to-go. "You have a Mexican restaurant on your cell?" she exclaimed. "First, it's a Tex-Mex restaurant. It's a combination of Texas and Mexican cooking. It's very different from Cali-Mex or Baja cooking, and they're all different from traditional Mexican cooking," he said with an authoritative voice. "Second, I could live on queso and chips and like I said before, I can't make it to save my life. So I keep the number ready for when I really need a fix." They drove to the restaurant and he ran inside to get their order. The aroma of the warm cheese filled the cab of his truck as they drove to his house. Four hours later, their plates were stacked neatly in the sink, and the bowl of queso sat empty next to a bag of tortilla chip crumbs. On the kitchen counter, condensation droplets ran in little rivers down the sides of the blender, pooling at the base. A small plate of salt sat next to the blender showing several rings of moistened, crusted salt crystals from the rims of the margarita glasses. She slowly opened her eyes. A ceiling fan above her slowly stirred the air. Her head felt heavy and watching the blades of the fan was making her dizzy. She couldn't even remember the number of margaritas they had downed last night. She was in his bed, barely covered by a sheet and blanket. Instinctively, she pulled the sheet up to her chin and snuggled down for warmth. She was wearing one of his old t-shirts, and nothing else. She |
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