Ruthless Romance
We sat down and she ordered a carafe of local Mataro, a deep, strong red from some of the oldest vines, a Pancha of tapas- dates.
Across the way, in the plaza garden, the musicians strummed a few chords on his guitar.
The food was delicious, the wine even better, as elements. But I didn't consume much.
"I thought you were mad at me?"I said, more like a question.
"You know," she said dreamingly passing over my question.
"Hmm.." I hummed.
"There is something about you that makes me feel wicked. You make me want to do shocking things," she said while smiling.