chapter 8 • what was the point of flirting and waiting for her to like him back

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𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏

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𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏.







lydia entered, holding out coffee for everyone.

"thank you." i smiled, taking my specifically red mug.

"abuelita, how are you this happy in the morning?" elena questioned.

"oh, it's easy, mamita. every night i dream of your abuelo, and we are playing dominoes, and i win!" lydia grinned. "over, and over, and-"

"okay, i got it!" elena said.

"hey, guys, you're in luck. i finally found a vintage store that had a chair that matches your dining set." schneider walked in through the front door, carrying a chair.

"it's not really extra, there's 6 of us." schneider said, and set down the chair.

lydia gasped at his shirt.

"what?" schneider questioned.

"what the hell are you wearing?" penelope asked.

"oh. che guevara, yeah! viva la revolucion, am i right?"

"you are wrong." lydia frowned.

"do you know-" alex began.

"i got this. do you know-" elena began.

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋, alex alvarezWhere stories live. Discover now