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CHAPTER 033.
tw/cw - usage of alcohol, mention of puke
translation in parentheses

SPANISH ROCK MUSIC PLAYED ON THE SPEAKER. It was currently five in the afternoon and the Hernandez father was blasting music in the kitchen as he made food for himself and his daughter. He was never the cook in the family, but he picked up some skills just for his daughter.

Nodding his head to the beat, he took out an apple juice box then sits it down on the counter next to the plate. He heard the footsteps of his daughter coming from her room, so he turned down the volume.

"Hi mija, ready?" His body turned around to face Ximena wearing cuffed blue jeans and a brown patterned sweater. On her feet were black Converse that were worn out.

"Yeah, Karl is arriving in fifteen." She responds with a smile.

"Okay. Te hice comida ahora ve a comer." ( I made you food now go eat ).

Nodding, Ximena grabs the plate and juice box before heading towards the dining table to eat. Soon after her father joins her sitting across from her.

"He coming inside?"

Swallowing her food, she nods. "Just to meet Waddles. I promised he could meet her."

Muffling an 'okay', he continues to eat. The two chatted a bit while they ate together. Her father knew she would get food with the boys but just wanted to make sure she at least ate something before leaving.

Ximena looked down at her buzzing phone seeing that Karl texted her saying he arrived. "He's here." Standing up, she pushed in her chair and was about to pick up the plate.

"I'll do them, go greet Karl." His accent smooths the males name perfectly. Ximena nods and went over to the front door with Waddles jumping from the couch to follow her.

Opening the door, she saw Karl walking up to the front door. "Hi!" He waves over running towards her almost tripping in the process.

She only laughed as she pulled him into a hug once he had finally reached the front door. "Hi, I missed you."

"Me too." He whispers kissing the top of her head. Looking down, he saw the calico cat making him pull away from the hug and bent down. "Hi, hi, I'm Karl, Ximena's best friend."

Chuckling she crosses her arms. "Sure. She won't scratch but just take it slow."

Karl nods sticking his hand out for the feline to sniff him. Waddles has always been a friendly and kind cat to new faces, and this was no surprise when her head went over his hand to indicate she wanted scratches.