𝐡𝐞𝐫 | dolores x oc (wlw)

06

That very next day, as promised, Andres showed up at the Madrigal residence with a rose in hand and ready to take you on a date. .. 'date'. To be quite honest, neither of you knew on what terms you were hanging out but it was nice to go out anyway.

Staring at eachother, you gave him an awkward 'hi', which he seemed to brush off.

"I thought maybe we could just go on a walk and just hang out?"

That was his idea of a date? Man, you'd been at family gatherings better than this, and those were always absolute shambles and chaos.

Just for information, there's two things you never bring up at family gatherings; religion and politics. If you mention neither, you should be good to go.. Some people were not always aware of this unwritten rule.

The sun was shining that day and there was a slight breeze, it was a good day for a walk, and so you agreed.

He began to walk, looking at you expectantly for you to follow, and you got the hint so you followed gingerly beside him.

He began rambling on about his day, his family, friends, food, the weather, anything that came to mind really.

It was interesting, to say the least, but he gave you absolutely no room to speak. His speaking was like word vomit, he just couldn't stop.

He somehow managed to reach a point where he was talking about how his little brother locked himself in his room by accident and they had a rescue mission for him and he had to climb out the window. Once they got him out they realised the lock was completely fine, he just locked it thinking that was how you unlock it. The more you know.

Eventually, you drifted so far off into your own thoughts, looking around at the sky and the houses that you forgot that you were on a date and in the company of someone else.

He cleared his throat, "You look really pretty today, you know that?"

"Thank you," you gave him a smile, as if you had been listening to him at all and looked back down at your feet that were kicking small pebbles out of your way.

In all honesty, it wasn't the worst but it wasn't the best date either. It was quite mind boggling that someone could talk this much without a break inbetween thoughts whatsoever.

You ended up making a full circle of the village by the time he had realised he had dried up his well of thoughts and things to talk to you about.

"I'll walk you to the house?" he suggested, eagerly.

"I think I'll be okay," you replied, in hopes of getting him off your back so you could have a moment to yourself.

Don't get it twisted, he was nice and sweet and all but god did that boy have a mouth on him.

By the time the two of you had parted, the rose in your hand had wilted slightly and tilted to the side from the heat and humidity.

As you entered the casita, the smell of Julieta's food had made it's way to you.

"TIME FOR DINNER!" could be heard from a certain ginger from the bottom of the staircase and the family gathered at the dinner table.

Bowls and plates of food were passed down the rows so that everyone could serve themselves.

Dolores could barely meet your eyes without them darting to a completely opposite corner of the room almost immediately as if they were burning her and if she looked for too long she would turn to dust on the spot.

The entirety of the time, she was either looking at her own plate or yours, but not your food or the porcelain plate, she was looking at your hands with curiosity.

Ah, right, henna isn't a popular thing in Colombia.

She was staring at the curves of the flowers and the intricate details on the petals and leaves.

You looked at her for a while, until she snapped put of her trance and noticed you staring. Her eyes went wide for a split second and returned to normal as she resumed eating the food on her plate.

She knew your date was a fail, she heard the whole thing from the comfort of her own home.

She bit into her food with a small smirk-like smile forming on her face.