It maybe 1990, But the bar you run Parties like its 1920 at age twenty-one. All the wild nights with the biggest of the baddest come to the bar, But what happens when A Gorgeous Red lipped Cuban from your past comes to interrupt your present? Will...
All I could do was stand frozen in place as the small boys tired eyes peered upon me as I noticed his delicate features
Half bright olive skin Ruffled jet black hair, Doe like Y/e/c, small pouty lips and a small bold leaned frame as he stood in pajamas with cartoon like teddy bears on them he was the most delicate little cherub I've ever saw..
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"R chu one of mommy's fwiends?" He asks rubbing his eyes as all I could do was stutter like two words just staring at the tired young boy
"U-Um I-is your Mom h-here?" I asked slapping myself mentally as he turned his head and looked back at what seemed like a closed bathroom door
"Mommy! Somwone here!" The boy semi yelled as I rubbed my hand across my face sweating in this Miami night heat but its mostly my palms sweating and my knees shaking like hell.
I have not sweated this much since my Grandmother found out I sneaked out and went to go drink shots of tequila with my friends on the night of my sixteenth birthday, I was practically waiting to get beat with my mom's belt and my grandmothers work shoes that night
"Mijo what have I told you about answering the d-" I heard Karla say opening the door to the bathroom in nothing but a bathrobe and her wet messy jet black hair neatly wrapped up in a bun and wearing some plain clear glasses before turning her attention towards me
She looked up at me like a deer who sees the headlights of a big ass eighteen wheeler except she can't move one bit and simply just stays in place which kind of made me nervous on more than one occasion as all we could do was stare at each other awkwardly and have the small child just look on at the both of us before dispersing back into the hotel room
*A Couple of more minutes of awkward staring later*
We were still not sharing a single word betwixt the both of us except this time
I was actually inside the hotel room with the door shut.
The only thing we could hear is the sound of Loony tunes on the small TV set and the clock on the wall ticking between both beds not to mention
The sound of both of our hearts beating anxiously..
"I-It's a little to late for an interview don't you think?" Karla asks trying to break the silence between us staring at me then staring back at her palms as I stood my knees buckling like there is no tomorrow along with me praying that she doesn't notice
"Something in me wanted to um..Give you a shot because.." I say the words slowly but surely coming out
"Because your conscience couldn't handle how we ended things at the bar?" Karla said causing me to click my tongue, She still is able to read me like a fucking dictionary and it's kind of frightening and it still is
"I hate that you can read me" I said partially to myself as she simply shook her head and grinned at me
"Even after all these years, I can tell that a good bit of you has and hasn't changed a bit" Karla said observing me as I turned my attention toward the boy who is sitting Indian style on the other small bed just watching cartoons with his head in his hands and his eyes focused on the television set causing Karla's small grin to falter
"How good are you at waiting tables?"
"You know I used to be a waitress at a diner right?" She asked quirking her eyebrow at me as I simply nodded crossing my arms as I listen to her words
"How much experience do you think you can have with serving a huge crowd of people?" ask as a grin flashes back onto her face before answering my question
"I'm not always a people person but I can handle it"
"You think?"
"I know, Me Las arreglé ¿no? (I handled you didn't I?)" She says quotes in Spanish causing me to flash her a small smirk she was always quick on her feet, Dammit stay professional don't forget this does not change what happened in Cuba
Not even a little bit not to mention I may or may not have a kid...
"Karla?"
"Are you gonna continue to call me that?" She asks groaning
"Are you gonna continue to walk in and out of my life?" I ask causing her to tighten her lips shut as I soon noticed the boys eyes were no longer on the TV because by the looks of it we were more interesting than Road runner taunting the coyote.
"Baby why don't go ahead and brush your teeth?" Karla coos as the boy simply does not object and waddles on over cutely might I add all the way to the bathroom using both of his hands to grab the doorknob to shut the door completely as I looked on at Karla with seriousness showing in my eyes
"Cuántos años tiene él? (How old is he?)"
"He's gonna be four years old next month" She chirped solemnly as I felt my eyes widen a bit
"So?.."
"So what?" Karla asked looking at me a bit sideways
"Is he mine?" I ask causing Karla's eyes to bulge out of her head yanking the glasses off of her face at my bold question
Did I say something wrong?..
Her being silently ice cold is a great way of letting me know that she is gonna curse me out for everything I did wrong from here all the way to the ends of the earth and beyond the heavens...
