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Vanessa
"Nessa, wake up! Your boyfriend in calling you!"

There was a sudden rush of light into my room and I groaned before pulling my blanket over my head. "I don't have a boyfriend, I'm lonely."

"Oh, so can I go on the dinner date with Martín instead?" At the mention of the name from last night, I threw the blanket off and grabbed my phone from Mirabella's hand. "Go get your dick, mija." As she walked out and laughed at her joke, I threw a pillow at her head which made her squeal and run out.

I looked at all the notifications on my lock screen, but only payed attention to the texts from Martín. The first few were all him saying good morning and that he had a good time last night, and the most recent one asked if I wanted to get food with him before he went to class.

martín 😉💦
dónde nos vemos?

nessa 🥰
we can go to shake shack?
they have really good
milshakes there

martín 😉💦
are their fries good?

nessa 🥰
yes??

martín 😉💦
hagámoslo ;)

I simply smiled to myself and sent the address and time to Martín before getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom where I could begin getting ready. It was a process, but after brushing my teeth, washing my face and light makeup, I was pretty much ready to go once I would change.

Mirabella looked up as I walked down the hallway, and turned around while I was getting my mini-backpack ready. "And where are you going, señora?" She teased knowingly. "Meeting tu novecito?"

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Not yet."

Mirabella watched me with a small smirk on her face as I looked for the car keys and closed her magazine. "I'm leaving you now. Don't break anything."

She smugly smiled and gave me a thumbs up, then said, "Make sure he wears a condom."

"Bella!"

She raised her hands in defense and fully sat back down on the living room couch. "Ok, he terminado." She said. "For now at least. Go away."

Zabdiel
"I can't believe you met a girl. In Miami."

Joel came around the corner that led into our living room and shook his head. "Technically, Martín met a girl."

Erick looked around the living room with his face scrunched up in confusion. "Conocemos un Martín?" Joel shook his head, and rather than saying anything, he nodded his head towards me with a pointed look. "Is that your middle name or something?"

At first I stuttered, kinda ashamed that I was going to have to explain everything I did last night. "Le dije que me llamo Martín." I stated. "And I'm, uh, studying music a la Universidad de Miami."

Erick still looked confused with everything, so he started questioning more. "Y por qué hiciste eso?"

"She didn't know us."

"Wouldn't that mean you could've told her your real name without her freaking out?" Erick asked. I just stared at him, trying to telepathically tell him to shut up because I realized that in the morning. "Don't get mad at me because a pretty girl made you forget your real name."

"Was anything you told her the truth?"

Joel and Erick looked at me expectantly, so I nodded. "Todo lo que le dije era la verdad. She just doesn't know my real name, or that I'm in a band."

"She also thinks you go to her university." Richard commented, coming around the corner just like Joel did. "Does she know you're leaving soon for tour? Why are you up so early? You normally sleep for a full 8 hours."

"Él tiene una cita con su futura novia."

I looked at the three faces just staring back at me, and started to feel like I was getting attacked. "Saben qué? I'm going to, uh..." I unlocked my phone and looked down to my messages. "To Shake Shack, for french fries. And milkshakes."

All the guys looked at me strangely while I grabbed my jacket and the car keys. "You've never even been to Shake Shack!"

"I know."

Vanessa
I arrived at Shake Shack earlier than I should've. A lot earlier. Because I knew for a fact that Martín wasn't here yet, so I waited outside on the bench in front of the store.

With the 30 minutes I had to spare, I was overthinking. Is this a date? I mean, we just met last night, but would this count as a date? How do you even define a date? I mean, cute boy and me, all alone, eating food. That's a date, right?

The last time I went on an actual date, it was my second year at UM and in simple terms, it was horrible.

In the middle of my overthinking, I felt a tap on my shoulder that made me blink a few times before looking up. "Did you wait long?"

I looked down at my phone and saw that Martín actually came 10 minutes early. A man that comes on time? Yes please.

"No, you're early. Now let's eat." I stood up from the bench and led Martín to he doors of Shake Shack, that was pretty empty considering it's normally loud and full of people. "I remembered that you said you're vegetarian like me, so the Veggie Shack is really good."

× × ×

Martín and I sat in the back of Shake Shack like we have been for over an hour. Our food was long gone, leaving nothing but empty trays and cups on the table, but that wasn't making us want to leave.

"I could've sworn you were like 25 when we first."

Martín smiled and starting rubbing his hands down his face. "I look older, huh? That's how yo consigo las damas."

I just smacked my lips and threw a crumpled up napkin at his forehead which did nothing except make him laugh. "Cállate."

Martín was still laughing a little, but the smallest smirk snuck onto his face. "Por qué? Así es cómo llegamos aquí."

"Actually, fue porque eres lindo." I said nonchalantly, but a it shocked both of us. "I didn't mean to say that. Wait, no. I meant it, but you weren't supposed to know. Not yet at least because it's only the first date. Wait, is this a date? Because I've just been assuming it was but I don't want to put thoughts into my head if you just wanna be friends but-"

Martín reached across the table and grabbed my hand, squeezing it and making me shut up to just look down at our connected hands.

"Esta es nuestra primera cita y quizás la mejor para mí."

I honestly thought like 2 people would read this and say it's shit 💀 didnt expect this reaction to the story :')