Ace
A waiter arrived and was about to place menus in front of us when Ace stopped him, "We don't need those. We'll take two quesadillas and the lady will have a margarita and I'll have a brandy and coke."
The waiter saunted off, leaving me alone with Ace once more. He was probably a constant at this place since he knew exactly what he wanted and by the amount of people inside, I knew the food must have been good. One Spanish song after another played, a soothing beat that easily flowed and had my body swaying in my seat. It was a beat that wrapped around my bones, begging me to move with it.
"What's on your schedule tomorrow?" Ace asked, drawing my attention to him.