𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 || 𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍

𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐘

As promised, Sergio and Solana met up in the lobby for breakfast the next morning.

When deciding where to eat, the pair knew that finding decent Mexican food in countries that weren't Mexico was like gambling; either the food was good or bad, but nevertheless, they settled on a family owned restaurant. Usually, the food in these types of restaurants was authentic and more than decent.

The father and daughter duo didn't have all the time in the world to just sit and talk, but they did have a few hours before they both needed to be at the circuit for qualifying later that evening.

"¿Como estuvo la practica de ayer?" Solana questioned her father over their meal of pozole and birria.

Translation: "How was yesterday's practice?"

"Estuvo bien. Solo tuvimos algunas complicaciones menores, pero pudieron solucionarlas." Sergio informed his daughter.

Translation: "It was good. We only had a few minor complications but they were able to fix them."

"Es bueno escuchar eso... ¿Cómo te sientes para esta noche? ¿Nervioso?" Solana jokingly questioned her father, taunting him.

Translation: "That's good to hear...How are you feeling about later tonight? Nervous?"

Sergio made a clicking noise with his mouth in protest before defensively saying, "Ana, tu ya sabes que no me pongo nervioso. Yo se lo que estoy haciendo."

Translation: "Ana, you already know I don't get nervous. I know what I'm doing out there."

"Lo sé. Eres uno de los mejores." Solana chuckled, getting a rise out of her fathers defensive attitude.

Translation: "I know. You're one of the best."

"¿Y como te va en el trabajo?" Sergio then questioned his daughter. She knew he was only trying to be polite and engaging in conversation, but nevertheless, Solana gave him a response.

"Va bien. De hecho, acabo de terminar de filmar un programa de televisión en el que estoy." Solana proudly informed him.

Translation: "It's going good. I actually just finished filming for a television show that I'm in."

For Solana, every finished film and television show was a milestone for her even if those around her weren't as supportive.

If she could travel back in time and tell her younger self about the current state of her life, her younger self wouldn't believe her. She wouldn't believe that she had finally accomplished her dreams of becoming an actress.

"¿Y que sigue?" Sergio expectantly questioned her.

Translation: "What are you doing next?"

There it was. The not so subtle judgement in his tone and choice of words. Sure, the beginning of her career wasn't as steady as it was today, but Sergio didn't see any difference in that. To him, his daughter was exploiting herself for money. What he saw as exploiting, Solana saw as an art form.

Solana cleared her throat as to not loose her patience. "Bueno, me estoy tomando un pequeño descanso hasta que tenga que viajar para la prensa, pero después de eso veré qué tiene mi agente para mí."

Translation: "Well, right now I'm taking a little break until I have to travel for press, but after that I'll see what my agent has for me."

Solana had the sense that Sergio didn't want to continue on with this specific conversation so, she changed the topic and they continued eating the rest of their meal, never bringing up the topic of work again.