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One cold morning in the middle of August, a familiar face shows up at the doorsteps of the famous Bernal Díaz del Castill. It was Thomas, but like before, was lost again. I guess he is traveling the world, but this shall be interesting. Not really knowing why Thomas was traveling, no one knew why the Spanish described their feast for the Europeans "Taco".

Bernal Díaz has asked Thomas why he was at his doorsteps at 6 in the morning. "I am just going anywhere and everywhere my mind tells me to go. A woman named Lisa said to me about 7 months ago, "Maybe we will "meat" in a later time." Thinking it was a clue, Bernal allowed Thomas to enter his house.

Many hours have passed and they finally decided to get to work. Work was making breakfast quesadillas and tacos, burritos, enchiladas, and sopapillas for the feast Bernal was having for his niece's quinceanera.
8:00 P.M. rolls around and everyone starts showing up ready to celebrate. Thomas and Bernal begin the greeting process and the family members and friends start to pitch in with setting up tables of food. Finally the princess pulls up in the back of a limo that is pulling into the driveway. She got out and immediately ran to Bernal to hug him and kiss his cheek. Thomas was standing there and Cynthia walked passed him; not even taking a glimpse at him.

"This strange man who came out of nowhere has helped me tremendously. Thank you, it would've been a huge job for one man, but you came along and helped which took tons of stress off of my shoulders! I would like you to have the first dance with my niece, Cynthia. Thank you Thomas!" *clanking glasses while Thomas's name is being thrown into the air* Just a couple of minutes passed and music instantly played. Standing in the middle of the floor was Cynthia and Thomas started walking to her.

Grabbing the hand of Cynthia and her waist the two was off doing the tango in a matter of seconds. After the dance Thomas leaned in to kiss her because to him, it felt right. Cynthia pushed him off and ran inside, Bernal and Thomas chased after her and found her locked in the master bedroom.

"GO AWAY THOMAS! Uncle B. you can come in, just be alone. I don't want him to be here." Cynthia managed to say without bursting a hole in the door or wall with her clinched fist. Tension was growing for T. due to it feeling like decades has passed, but it was only a couple of minutes. "She wants to talk to you T. What about? No idea to be honest. I'm sorry man, hope things can be made up."

Walking into the door, something smacked the wall behind Thomas. It was a pink high-heel. Cynthia's shoe. Grabbing the discarded shoe he put it back on her foot as he sat down right beside her. "Cynthia, I just want to say I'm sorry for trying to kiss you. It just felt...normal...I felt normal when I leaned in...I'm sorry." As T. was walking out of the room he was tackled into a wall and rolled on the floor. Cynthia was kissing Thomas at this point.

"Take my sopapilla Thomas! Spread your honey in the hole and let's feast on it," Cynthia said in a very comfortable voice. Doing as he was commanded, Cythia lost all her powdered sugar. They finished off the session and headed back outside to continue the feast. Now just constantly starring at Thomas, Cynthia smiles this time. Whispering, "Let me take your sopapilla another night."

Sopapilla.

THE END

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 21, 2015 ⏰

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