Not a single one of them seemed to know or care who I was. Bucket list number one.
We ate at a small, family-run restaurant whose owner, a round-faced older woman named Luciana, lit up at the sight of Daniel. She smothered him with kisses before embracing me too.
"Ay, que bonita!" she exclaimed, looking me over. "Daniel, es tu novia?"
How beautiful! Daniel, is she your girlfriend?
"No," Daniel and I said at the same time. We glanced at each other before he clarified, "Sólo somos amigos."
We're just friends.
"Oh." Luciana looked disappointed. "One day, you'll bring a girlfriend," she said in English. "Maybe it'll be you." She winked at me before ushering us to a table.
I blamed my blush on the heat.
