It took normal clothes to accentuate how handsome he is. He smiled at me with dimples that would put Mario Lopez to shame. I eyed him shamelessly, not really meaning to.
"Si..." I agreed, pursing my lips in contemplation. Why was he approaching me?
"Yo habla español?" He slid into the seat next to me and tapped on the bar counter top for the bartender. He ordered something in Spanish and then winked at me. It made me blush.
"Not much. Just a little bit from elementary school." He was listening intently.
"Oh don't worry. I'm good with Americans-I mean english." He leaned in, teasing. I softly laughed at his obvious flirting.
"Oh really? Is that what teach you in Cuba?" I accepted the drink, my first authentic Mojito.
"It's what mi hermano taught me..." He wiggled his brows, the bartender snorted.
"Don't let him lie to you. Leave the poor girl a lone, you idiot." The bartender rolled his eyes, swatting the bellhops head.
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Cuba Stole My Heart
RomansaNikola is a free spirited individual who has never been anchored to anyone or anything in her life; her parents taught to enjoy life to fullest extent and she decided she was going to solo travel around the world for her college graduation trip. Dee...
