Hot Shots
The man she assumed was the leader stepped forward.
"Buenos noches, senorita. It is our pleasure to play for you a song we have been told is your favorite."
He struck a chord on his guitar, nodded to the others and they launched into a full mariachi rendition of Siboney. The mariachis had played it for a couple the night she and Matt had eaten here and she'd fallen in love with both the music and the lyrics. It told the story of a man madly in love with a woman, a man who says without her his life is nothing.