Tianna didn't think her one night stand with the random musician would amount to anything but when they end up working together 5 years later, things seem to pick up right where they left off...too bad they're both taken.
*A Bad Bunny fanfic but it'...
"Fuck!!! Would somebody answer that goddamn door!!!" I shake out of my sleep startled by Sandra's voice.
What time is it?
"8am" Kiara mumbles in the bed next to mine. Oh, I said that out loud? The doorbell rings again, this time dragging out like whoever is torturing our ears is keeping their finger on the buzzer.
"SOMEBODY PLEASE"
"I got it!" I yell back. I drag myself out of bed and wince at the cold tile floor against my feet. I stumble around the Airbnb till I get to the front door. When I peek in the peep hole, I see Benito standing there. Why is he here at 8 in the morning?
"Hey" I say groggy. I clear my throat trying to get the sleep put of my system.
"Buenos días. Did I wake you?"
I look at him dead pan and cross my arms over my chest.
"No, I usually walk around in a bonnet and power puff girl pajamas."
"You should, it works for you."
"Not to be rude but why are you here?"
"And why so goddamn early?" Benito and I look over my shoulder to see Sandra splayed out on the couch. Guess she didn't make it to her room last night.
"I wanted to know if you wanted to get breakfast. There's this amazing small restaurant in the middle of the road and-" before Benito can finish Sandra cuts him off with a whine.
"For the love of everything that is holy go get breakfast with him so I can sleep in peace!"
Benito smiles at me and shrugs. "You heard the lady."
I roll my eyes, "Fine. But this is a friend's breakfast." He holds his hand up to his heart and nods stiffly but cracks a smile between the facade. "Of course, mi amor."
"Don't call me that. Lemme get ready. I'll meet you in your car."
"Bueno." He calls out. I quickly duck out of the way as Sandra sends a throw pillow at Benito's head. He doges and runs out through the front door.
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I wait for Benito leaning against his white pick-up truck while he grabs our breakfast. The restaurant is literally in the middle of the road covered by trees and only visible to the people who have been here before. Benito talks to the owner who wraps our food. I see the guy try to refuse his money, but Benito insists and slabs the wad of cash on the faded counter and walks off.
"Ay cabrón gracias." The older man calls.
I laugh while Benito turns around walking backwards to salute him.
Benito turns back around to face me and stops in his track. "Hold that position." I stand still as he takes his phone out to take a pic.
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