A careless Rosario fakes an excuse to flee into vacation with Amado who remains distracted with her company putting his business off to the side.
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𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐀, 𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐀
𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 : 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐳𝐜𝐚 - 𝐉𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧
The man dressed all in black stepped off a pickup truck then made his way into a Cuban-style architecture home, He calmly moved down the tea-green painted halls that lead from the entrance to the back door. Upon placing foot outside the large frame, he caught sight of an awaited for face.
Through the corner of her eye, Rosario spotted the tall figure that had now stepped into the scene. She turned to her left, and a broad smile manifests itself on her face — a couple of feet away from her, she saw her freedom and the hero behind her only dream: to be loved
Amado stood in place for a moment, he admired her from afar while internally cursing himself out for allowing his emotions to drive him out on every decision regarding her.
The girl stood up pulling her feet and calves out of the water, the half-open magazine in her hand was set down too close to the edge causing it to slip into the water and she happily strolled her way to him.
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Rosario stepped away from the kitchen island now heading towards the small living area with a peach in her hand "Cuanto tiempo?" (How long?)
Amado looked up at her from the single white couch he was sitting at "Desde que arrestaron a Miguel Ángel" (Ever since they arrested Miguel Ángel) he responded before tapping his lap, gesturing for her to go to him
She shook her head slowly "No, yo pregunto lo de piloto" (No, I'm asking you about being a pilot) She corrected him letting out a soft laugh before making her way over to him
Amado looked up at the girl standing between his legs "Lo de ser piloto?" (About being a pilot?) he appeared confused, she wasn't asking the typical questions every girl would be curious to ask. The male reached for her hand lightly pulling her onto him.
She brought herself to sit on his lap, wrapped an arm around him for support while placing her palm down onto his thigh to comfortably adjust herself on him getting her legs up above his other leg "Mhm" she hummed in response
"No vas a lavar el durazno primero?" (Aren't you washing that first?) He jokingly asked while fixing an arm around her bringing his hand to rest on her hips
