𝖔𝖔𝖔. HEAL YOUR HEART 💘
( outer banks )
𓇼 💋 ｡･:*˚:✧｡ 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ━━━━━
esmeralda cruz de armani, an ex-pouge, turned kook, started to unveil her families long life line of sec...
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"THANK YOU." Esmeralda thanked the waiter for the food.
Currently, she sat in the Wreck. Known as the Carrera family restaurant. She sat with a friend, Rebeca, who was from out of town. The two met a year ago while Rebeca was visiting for the summer.
"Hey sorry I took a long time. The bathroom had this huge line." Rebecca said as she fixed her hair up.
Esmeralda waved her off, "Don't worry about it, eat. The food came earlier."
Without repeating her words she watched her dig in like the food would be taken away from her. "You'll choke."
Rebeca rolled her eyes. "Yes, mother."
The rest of their lunch date went well, she tipped the waiter more than she had to but it didn't matter to her. The waiter thanked both of them for the tip and walked away.
"I haven't been in this place in ages. Does your friend work here?"
Esme was confused now. What friend? "I don't have any friends who work here." She sipped on the straw.
Rebeca argued, "Yeah you do, c'mon it hasn't been that long! The curly head? Mr. Carrera's daughter?"
Oh, her. "You must be going crazy. I wasn't her friend. I don't think I've said more than 10 words to her. She was Sarah's friend though maybe that's why you thought she was mine."
Rebeca nodded her head as if it had made any sense to her. "Ohh, right." Her gaze scanned the restaurant. It wasn't as busy as she remembered, although Kildare had a hurricane recently so people didn't exactly have the time to stop by for a little lunch date like them.
"What about Rafe? How's he doing?" Esmeralda swore her heart stopped and started beating all in the same second.
"W-what?" she stammered, pretending she hadn't heard her the first time.
"Rafe. Rafe Cameron? I said, "How is he doing?" Rebeca repeated her question much slower, still not noticing the way the mood had changed.
Esmeralda hesitated to answer; not sure of how to answer. "Truth?" Rebeca nodded.
