amor| an Alejandro Vargas fanfiction

IX

Chapter IX
Dinner and memories

I didn't want to ask how he knew Valeria. It wasnt my business, and I didn't want to push him into it either. I wanted to know about it, but only if hw wanted me to know.

I was in my room, playing with my phone. I wanted to talk to Alejandro, I really did, but I didn't want to bother him, especially after his meeting with Valeria.

But my silence was soon interrupted by a few knocks at the door. I lazily got out of the bed, opening the door, to reveal a casually dressed Alejandro.

"Oh but with that pleasure?" I asked, a light smile appearing on my lips.

He just chuckled.

"Are you free at 8?"

"As free as a soldier can be."

"Lovely. Want to go have dinner out? I know a place."

"Oh thats lovelier." I said with a smile, crossing my arms at my chest. "Can I know about the restaurant? Or at least how should I dress?"

"Hmm dress up nicely, but not elegant."

"Alright. You better pick me up at 8 o'clock, sir."

"Yeah yeah wanna bing you back before 12 too?"

"Hm depends, if we're having a good time you can keep me away from this room til morning."

"Bet. See you in a few hours, cariño."

"See you, papacito."

"Oh you." He laughed, as he turned around and left.

I couldn't help myself but chuckle as well. I was waiting for a long while to use that word and see his reaction really. And that was the best moment.

I went straight to my closet, looking to the clothes I had with me. Of course, the diversity wasnt diverse, but I did find a box pleat skirt, a black cropped t-shirt and a leather jacket. Something pretty, but not elegant, just as he said himself. And so, I started to do my makeup. It was a nice way of spending the time until we had to leave.

1955 hours and I was indeed ready. Well I was ready half an hour ago, but who counts? I was admiring myself in the mirror, making sure everything was perfect. Checked multiple times if my boots were clean, if the skirt wasnt too short at the back, and if the crop top was flattering my worked abdomen. And it did. It really did.

I heard a knock at the door, and I hurried to open. I wonder how I didn't trip over on my way. I opened, looking up at the Mexican man standing in front of me. He was wearing black jeans, boots and a baggy hoodie. Even though his outfit was simple, basic I could even say, he was looking amazing in it. He smiled brightly, handing me a big black rose bouquet.

"Took me a while to find those."

"Black roses.." I said under my breath, looking down at them, smiling. "My favorites."

I slightly forced my surprised reaction, as Rodolfo asked me personally about them, but I knew he wasn't supposed to tell me that. Plus, I didn't want to disappoint Alejandro.