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AUTHOR'S NOTE!: words in italics mean that they are spoken in spanish!!!!
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FORTY ONE. ( girl, you know you make my cold heart warm with a touch. )
"God, you have such bony elbows," Emmy groaned as her hand massaged her neck. "Barely got any sleep last night."
"You snoring into my shoulder tells me otherwise," Robby teased.
She immediately slapped his shoulder. "Shut up."
Johnny then emerged from the small shop with burritos. "All right. How we looking?"
"Uh... I think I got it matched up to my phone," Robby told him. "Only a few miles to go. Looks like a lot of bars and restaurants." He then flashed his dad his phone.
"Are we really gonna go into every single one? I mean, who's the say Miguel hasn't found this Hector guy yet?" Emmy frowned, crossing her arms.
Johnny hummed, glancing around them. "Here, let's ask this guy. Hola."
"Oh, God," she immediately muttered.
"Español?" the man walked towards him.
"What?" Johnny cluelessly replied.
"Español?"
"No. America."
"Mexico," the man then pointed at their van. "You're in a tow zone. I need you to move the van."
"Gracias. Gracias. It's custom decal," Johnny took a bite out of his burrito.
"I don't know Spanish but that's definitely not what he said," Emmy leaned in closer to Robby.
"I want man. Hector the Salazar."
"I don't know a Hector Salazar. You have to move the van, please."
