First of Spring (2/9)
The warm sun greeted her as she squinted her eyes trying to go back to sleep. She heard her friends’ conversation fading onto the background.
“I heard there’s a bachelor’s party next door tomorrow night. You in for a crash, Andrea?” the girl with the blond hair said. “Well, you know what Chelsea, as promising as that sounds, I was thinking maybe she could crash,” the raven haired friend said pointing to the red haired beauty still asleep. The two girls look at each other, their eyes growing big in excitement. “TOTALLY!” they chorused.
An hour later, she finally woke up. When she stood up from her bed the first thing that she noticed was a note placed on her side table. “What are you girls up to now?” she asked with a grin. She opened the piece of paper.
We found HIM!
So follow the trail, gorgeous.
Meet us for lunch at the Caves!
Your equally hot and gorgeous girls,
Andrea + Chelsea
She sat down by the bed and sighed, “This better be one helluva guy.”
At around 12 noon, after showering and preparing herself for THE GUY, she left the casa. Clad in a pastel pink jumper dress and flip flops, she went to the Caves.
“¡Hola allí señora hermosa! Bienvenidos a las Cuevas, tienen un asiento y disfrutar,” the waiting staff greeted her as she entered the restaurant who has the interior design of Fred Flintstone’s house. She looked around for her friends, but she didn’t see them. “I should have known!” she said frustrated. “Okay, what’s next?” she asked herself trying to look calm as she started to walk inside the restaurant. She heard her stomach grumble, so she thought she might as well have lunch here.
She sat down at a corner table and was given a menu. Lemme see, she thought to herself. As she was about to voice out her order, “Senorita, I’ll have a…” A guy around 2 tables across from her finished her sentence. “Caramelized onion quesadilla, please,” he shouted to his waiter who seemed to not understand what he was saying. A couple of heads turned around and tried to see what the commotion was all about, but the guy quickly resolved the scene he made. “Everything’s alright,” he said to no one in particular.
She looked back to the lady attending to her, glancing away from the guy who created the fuss. “I’ll have that also, caramelized onion quesadilla, por favor. Gracias,” she said in disbelief that the guy was able to voice out her thoughts, ordering the same weird quesadilla that she actually loves.
“I heard there’s a bachelor’s party next door tomorrow night. You in for a crash, Andrea?” the girl with the blond hair said. “Well, you know what Chelsea, as promising as that sounds, I was thinking maybe she could crash,” the raven haired friend said pointing to the red haired beauty still asleep. The two girls look at each other, their eyes growing big in excitement. “TOTALLY!” they chorused.
An hour later, she finally woke up. When she stood up from her bed the first thing that she noticed was a note placed on her side table. “What are you girls up to now?” she asked with a grin. She opened the piece of paper.
We found HIM!
So follow the trail, gorgeous.
Meet us for lunch at the Caves!
Your equally hot and gorgeous girls,
Andrea + Chelsea
She sat down by the bed and sighed, “This better be one helluva guy.”
At around 12 noon, after showering and preparing herself for THE GUY, she left the casa. Clad in a pastel pink jumper dress and flip flops, she went to the Caves.
“¡Hola allí señora hermosa! Bienvenidos a las Cuevas, tienen un asiento y disfrutar,” the waiting staff greeted her as she entered the restaurant who has the interior design of Fred Flintstone’s house. She looked around for her friends, but she didn’t see them. “I should have known!” she said frustrated. “Okay, what’s next?” she asked herself trying to look calm as she started to walk inside the restaurant. She heard her stomach grumble, so she thought she might as well have lunch here.
She sat down at a corner table and was given a menu. Lemme see, she thought to herself. As she was about to voice out her order, “Senorita, I’ll have a…” A guy around 2 tables across from her finished her sentence. “Caramelized onion quesadilla, please,” he shouted to his waiter who seemed to not understand what he was saying. A couple of heads turned around and tried to see what the commotion was all about, but the guy quickly resolved the scene he made. “Everything’s alright,” he said to no one in particular.
She looked back to the lady attending to her, glancing away from the guy who created the fuss. “I’ll have that also, caramelized onion quesadilla, por favor. Gracias,” she said in disbelief that the guy was able to voice out her thoughts, ordering the same weird quesadilla that she actually loves.