The Love of my Life (Hector and Imelda fanfiction)

Introductions

"Oscar! Felipe!" said a teenage Imelda angrily.

Oscar and Felipe immediately appeared in their sister's doorway. 

"Tell that musician outside to quiet down." 

"You love music!" said Oscar. 

"Not at 11 P.M. Just do it." 

"Oscar can do it," said Felipe.

"I think Felipe should do it," said Oscar. 

"Jesus Christ!" exclaimed Imelda. "Must I do everything myself?" She stood up, pushed past Oscar and Felipe, and out into the streets of Santa Cecilia, where a guitarist who looked about Imelda's age sat, loudly playing the guitar and singing. He had an empty hat in front of him. 

"Be quiet, will you? Are you trying to wake all of Mexico?" Imelda said to the musician, clearly annoyed. "You can't be older than eighteen, either. Don't you have a family who wants you home?"

The musician shook his head. "My guitar is my family." 

"Cliché." 

"It's true. The name's Héctor." 

"Just Héctor?"

"As I said, the guitar is my family. I don't have a last name." 

Imelda said nothing. 

"And you are?" asked Héctor.

"What does it matter to you?" 

"I introduced myself. The least you could do is do the same." 

"Fine. Imelda Rivera," said Imelda. 

Héctor stood up to shake hands with Imelda. She ignored him. 

"You're not good with introductions." 

"I didn't come out here to make friends." 

"Well, that's what you're doing." 

"Fine. If you insist," Imelda said, shaking Héctor's hand. 

"There you go. Now, I'll stop playing if you promise me one thing," said Héctor.

"And what would that be?" Imelda asked. 

"Meet me here at two o'clock tomorrow." 

"And do what?"

Héctor grinned. "You'll find out." 

"You're asking me to go on a date with you, a total stranger..." 

"Not a stranger. We already met. I'm Héctor, remember?" 

Imelda ignored Héctor and continued. "To some random place to do who knows what." 

"First of all, I never said it was a date." 

"You implied it."

"Fine. Yes. A date. Second of all, you don't have to go on a date with me. I can sit here and play my guitar all night long." 

Imelda rolled her eyes. "Fine. Two o'clock tomorrow. If you're a minute late, I leave. Now, I better not hear that guitar again." 

Héctor grinned wildly. "You won't."