"Tell me something Nairobi Cortes, do you love Luis Mendoza?"
"Mendoza" I repeated, giving some thought and responding "Even the name gives me butterflies"
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"You have that face again" Luis smirks, nudging me as I follow him out of my house
"Oh? And what is this face that you are speaking of?"
He paused, and began examining "I can't explain it, but it kinda seems like something is bothering you. Wanna talk about it?"
If I'm being completely honest, I couldn't sleep well at all last night or even get that moment out of my brain. It's not because I slept on the floor, but about Luis helping me for my date. I shouldn't feel like this with Luis again, he's happy with his own girlfriend, and soon I'm going to be happy.
"I-I'm just kinda nervous for the date" I lied as I fiddled with my fingers
"It'll be fineeee, just- be your usual self" He reassured me
It didn't put my mind as ease when he said that, in fact it made it worse "I'll call you tomorrow?"
"Sure, see you Nai" he waved as he followed his mom to her car
"Byeeee!" I waved back
"Who knew you can be such a good liar" mom whispers as we watch their car drive away
"How did you-"
"I wasn't born yesterday. You don't have to tell me, but I hope whatever it is can be solved"
"If only it was easy" I sighed "So, what do girls actually wear on a date?"
"Come with me. I'll make you look cute and stunning" she smiles as I follow her inside and up to her room.
"Sientate hija (sit down daughter)"
I listened and took a seat on the edge of her bed. She skims around her room and my eyes follow her as she starts to rustle through boxes from her closet.
"You can try on these clothes. Maybe find one that makes you feel comfortable" she said as she hands me a small box
I went to the bathroom and started trying on clothes. Mom always had a laid back style at a young age, but she always looked clean. I remembered she told me once she met dad, she started wearing more formal clothes like dresses since she wanted to be known as a 'woman'. In my eyes, she's always been a strong, independent woman.
I tried on the first outfit, an olive green halter dress that was to my knees. If felt very comfortable, but not me. I walked out the restroom as mom pulled out a chair in the hallway and examined the dress.
"Try another one" she said as I walked back in the bathroom.
I went through dresses, skirts and shirts but none felt like me. Mom even agreed and reassured me there was one more dress she had. It was a burgundy knotted front lace dress. I liked the color, so I tried it on.
