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Oh, I meant to… Taking out her phone, she linked it to the Bluetooth speakers on the bookshelf and cued up Jimmy Buffett. Margaritaville began playing softly in the living room. Maggie shrugged out of her denim jacket and placed it on an overstuffed chair before kicking off her sandals and returning to the kitchen to peel shrimp for the scampi.

~~~~~~ Song playing; I love it when you call me señorita I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya But every touch is ooh la la la It's true, la la la Ooh, I should be running Ooh, you keep me coming for ya Land in Miami The air was hot from summer rain Sweat dripping off me Before I even knew her name, la la la It felt like ooh la la la Yeah, no Sapphire moonlight We danced for hours in the sand Tequila sunrise Her body fit right in my hands, la la la It felt like ooh la la la, yeah I love it when you call me señorita I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya But every touch is ooh la la la It's true, la la la Ooh, I should be running Ooh, you know I love it when you call me señorita I wish it

I say, nodding and conjuring what I think are the ingredients for that onto the table before looking at him expectantly for the recipe. He just stares at what I’ve made appear. “Olives, June?” He looks at me with a great deal of pity. I roll my eyes and shrug. “I’m new to this!” He groans. “No excuses for olives in a margarita. Now what we need first, Princess,” he says, quite encouraging. “Are some limes. And a very sharp knife.” I grin, rubbing my hands together, eager to get started. “Sharp knife I can do.”

the distance between us made me feel like he was looking past me, not at me. "Enough moping," I said aloud. "You are hot. You are going to drink margaritas. You are going to eat a bowl of nachos the size of your head." I snapped a candid of myself in the mirror, posing with one hand on my hip, and shot it across to the Margarita Senoritas group chat. Marissa: FANDANGOS BABY! Cleo: DAMN girl, you are fire! followed by a gif of a woman rising from ashes like a phoenix.

I sing out the chorus and the next verse, feeling the notes through each strum and new position of my hands. “It’s been a minute since I saw the signs! Did I need to read between the lines? I’m fighting hard to hear you tell the truth! So do me a favor and drop that vermouth! It’s been a minute since I saw that look in your eye, so won’t you finally drop that disguise? Why can’t you hear me this time?!”