Courtroom Vs Bedroom✔

Chapter 18

     "I didn't think you'd come," I said with a half-smile on my face as I watch Seth as he enters my car. After our last conversation maybe, he wouldn't want to see me ever again.

After all, I did suggest we become secret lovers since we are public enemy.

  He shrugs then shut the passenger door. Putting on his seat he responds, "It's cool. I rather hang out with you than play Xbox."

  I chuckle and raised my brows at him, "Really?"

  He chuckles, "No.'

 I laugh. I'd choose X-box over me any day.

  Shaking my head, I took the car out of the park and start driving.

  After a few minutes of silence, Seth asked, "So where are we going?"

   I grinned at took a quick look at him, "The best Latin America Restaurant in America.

   "So we're basically going to a Mexican restaurant."

   "No, Mexico isn't the only Latin County in America. There is Panamá, Venezuela, Columbia, Honduras...Should I continue?"

He laughs, "Okay, I get you, Miss I know my geography."

  "It's not geography." The only reason I know about the Latin countries is that I'm in love Spanish, the culture everything. It's one of my goals to visit the Caribbean Spanish countries as well as the Central and South America ones. I went to Mexico when I was in college so that was ticked off. The next one I'll be going is Cuba; for my vacation this year. I can't wait.

  "What kind of food do they sell?"

 I grinning I answered, "Everything, even Jamaican Food."

  "But Jamaican isn't a Spanish country." He said confused.

  "That's where you're wrong, the Spanish were the first persons to capture Jamaica and then the British came and took it from them. Even till this day, Spanish is Jamaican's second language, or third if you count Patois as one." I stop at the light and looked at him, his mouth hanging.

 "What?"

 "How do you know so much about Jamaica?" I could hear the curiosity and the amazing by his tone.

  "Everyone loves Jamaica." Jamaica is so beautiful how can people not love it?

  He tilts his head to the side and nod, "True."

  I laugh.

  "Have you ever been there, to Jamaica?"

  "No," I said shaking my head. "I want to go though."

  He reached over and placed his hands on my shoulder, "Me too, maybe we can go together sometime in the future."

 I smile.

 Maybe.

 The stoplight switched and the cars in front of me start moving, taking the car out of the park, I start driving too."

  "How far is it?"

  "It's in New Jersey, Englewood. There's a lot Caribbean and Latin persons living there so that's the best place for it. We'll be there in thirty depending on the traffic leading to the bridge."

  "You should take the Tunnel it's faster." I nod in agreement.

  "It is but it's too far from Englewood, the bridge will lead us straight in."

   "True, You're a true Miss Geography and History."

  I laugh and shake my head. After living in America all my life, I think I should know a few places.