Junior Year
she rolled her eyes, "only a blind person wouldn't be able to see the way you look at her."
"How do I look at her?" I asked, confused.
"Ugh," she groaned, "you look at her like the male love interest looks at the female love interest in telenovelas." she said, emphasizing the word 'telenovelas' and pronouncing it expertly, "What? You've never heard of telenovelas, pinche gringo."
"I just- you speak spanish?" I was even more confused now.
She slapped her hand to her forehead, "That's what my last name's for?" her eyes scanned my face and she noted my visible perplexion, "My last name's Rodriguez, Maria Emmaline Rodriguez."
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