𝐷𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑂𝐹 𝑌𝑂𝑈 | 𝐽. 𝑃𝑂𝑂𝐿𝐸

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝑊𝑂

WASHINGTON, D.C.
MEDSTAR HEALTH PERFORMANCE CENTER
3:15 P.M.
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Jordan Poole

Coming into Xiomara's office uninvited was nothing new for me. In fact, since I've been here, it's all I really did. Whenever I needed a break, whenever I needed to talk, or needed to get the good, authentic hispanic cuisine, Xiomara was the person I ran to.

But today? Shoot. I was on a mission, and because I had the source right here in our practice facility.

Meeting Xiomara's sister at her family restaurant was definitely intriguing, and a breath of fresh air. It was honestly one of the best conversations I've had in a while. She was sweet, smart, funny and feisty whether she wanted to admit it or not, and she made me laugh more than I have in a while.

Sadly, the conversation was cut short by her father, and it was completely obvious that even though the rest of her siblings stood on their own two, that she was one hundred percent a daddy's girl and her father was clearly protective over him and cared about his daughter talking to the right or wrong guy.

Obviously, in his eyes, I was the wrong guy.

"Jordan, aren't you supposed to be eating with the guys?" Xiomara says, raising her eyebrow at me.

Xiomara was sitting at her desk, holding her plate in her hand, giving me a suspicious but amused glance as I sat down on the edge of her desk, plucking a taco from off of her plate.

"Well, yeah," I said through a mouthful of food. "But, I had a little uh...question. More like a favor if that's what you wanna call it.."

"No, Jordan I'm not letting you into the staff lounge." Xiomara said, glancing down at her phone.

I frowned. Damn. I can scratch that off my list. "Uh, that wasn't my question," I mumbled, trying to hide my disappointment.

"Then what is it?" she asks.

"Honestly, I kind of hit it off with your sister..." I explained, smiling to myself.

Xiomara's eyes widened in shock. Then, she snatched her phone and scowled. "I'm gonna kill Aria! She knows she's in a committed relationship with that white boy and she had the nerve to—."

"It's not Aria," I replied, scrunching up nose. "No offense to her, but I was talking about Luna."

Xiomara dropped both her jaw and her phone. Her phone hit the ground with a loud clatter and her eyes got as wide as saucers. It was almost as if she had seen a ghost instead of hearing what it was that I had just said.

"Uh...are you okay?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck.

Xiomara shook her head. "Jordan, that is a line you do not want to cross. You're one of my favorite people here and I don't want to have to attend your funeral."

"Are you saying that Luna's gonna kill me?" I questioned.

"Not Luna," Xiomara says. "Our daddy."

I raised an eyebrow. "What your father gotta do with this? Like no disrespect, but last I checked all of you were grown. Y'all, including Luna, are able to make your own decisions about what you do and don't do."

Xiomara nodded her head and set her phone down. "Yeah, but it's a little more complicated than that, Jordan."

"I don't see what's so complicated." I replied.