Ryan is a no nonsense type of guy and isn't one to do the relationship thing, it's not his style.
He's more of a hit it and quit it type of guy; some label him as a bad boy, but he's just living life the way he wants to....
That is, until one day...
After Ryan took me shopping, we went to this Spanish restaurant. "Have you ever eaten Spanish food before?" I asked
"No, this would be my first time." He said eyeing his food
"What?! You have been missing out! Spanish food is where it's at, but I can't have all the spicy stuff because it cramps my stomach up real bad."
"Ok what exactly did you order for me?"
"Fideuá. It's a seafood dish that's replaced with noodles instead of rice and it has rockfish, cuttlefish, shellfish, crayfish, shrimp and with a season of lemon."
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"It looks pretty funky." He said scrunching up his face
"Just try it, I'm sure you'll like it." I said smiling
He took his fork and stuck it in the noodles and slowly brought it to his mouth. He slowly opened and chewed and slightly nodded his head, "It's not bad, what's that you have?"
"Pinchitos, it's just grilled chicken on a stick."
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"How come you get the chicken and I'm eating five types of fish."
"To expand your horizons, you said you liked it so what's the problem?"
He sighed, "I guess nothing. What are we having for dessert." He asked taking a forkful of food
"My favorite, flan!"
"It looks like bread."
"It's a sponge cake served cold and it has this sweet taste on the inside, it's delicious." I sighed
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