Foreigners of Love

8

Naomi's POV

I really have to get things moving at a different direction if I want things to change between all three of us. Genuinely, I was distracted from how good those empanadas were and how amazing both Yara and Silas looked. But now the empanadas are gone and I know that I need to get back to the mission at hand. I really need to add some type of spice to see if any of these introverts of mine will take the bait and get to have a little bit more of a fun time tonight.

At first I wanted to confront Silas and really start flirting with him and just making sure that my body language just shows that I am interested. But, I think it would be much of a better plan to tag in Yara and have some type of tag team type of action going on. I just need to figure out how the heck I am going to go about doing that.

"I'm just going to go to the bathroom real quick before the food comes"

Perfect! It's now or never! So I signaled to Silas that I'm going to go the bathroom as well and followed Yara coming minutes later. Luckily enough as I was coming in, she walked out of the stall and was about to go and wash her hands. Giving her a quick smile, I took a couple steps toward a stall next to the one that she went to intending to use the bathroom. But it really felt wrong to do so. I took the risk and instead walked behind her, turned her towards me, and just prepared myself for any sort of rejection that may come with the words that are going to come out of my mouth.

"I have to tell you something"

It's now or never and I can't let this perfect opportunity slip by. Hell, I even locked the bathroom door so I don't get interrupted. In fact, just like I figured just being with Yara itself is nerve wracking. The way she looks at me makes me feel weird. A good type of weird. I wouldn't say I'm in love with her, but at the same time I've never fallen in love before. So, I'm keeping this feeling under the category of weird until I figure out what it is exactly. But back to the situation at hand, and completing my mission.

Focus.

"Yara, how do you feel about Silas?"

Stupid.       Stupid.      Stupid.

Naomi you're a total pussycat.

I know, I know little voice in my head. I could have been more direct. But I got scared! I'm handling the situation as best as I can.

"What do you mean Naomi?"

"You know what , to hell with it?! Yara I just want to say you're beautiful and you make me feel things!"

With her eyebrows raised and her eyes squinted, I could tell my sudden outburst surprised her.

"Yara, I'm trying to tell you that I like you more than a friend. I don't mean to put you on the spot, but how do you feel about me?"

"Ummm. Feel? I mean....I-I-"

Taking the chance, I walked even closer to Yara and took a hold of both of her hands.

"You what Yara? What do you want to tell me?"

Ripping her hands away from mine and crossing her own hands to herself, Yara turned away from me.

"I like you okay! I like you!! Shit, I didn't need to actually use the bathroom. Naomi, with your thighs rubbing on mine and Silas subtle flirting, I felt like I needed to get away!"

"Get away? Why? I'm confus-"

"My heart Naomi, I felt my heart racing and couldn't think straight with you guys being near me. I needed to regroup! You guys make me feel good and I didn't want to do anything that could make you guys uncomfortable"

I couldn't help myself, I turned her back around towards me and I just hugged her. Also, I might of also kissed her too. On the cheek! On the cheek okay. I didn't overstep that much.

"Yara, if that kiss didn't tell you anything then let me repeat myself. I like you more than a friend, and I'm
getting you like Silas just as much? What do you think about being on a tag team with me?"

"Huh? A tag team?"