Chapter 1 - maria

I got off the airplane and headed to bag check, it was crowded but I still got out. Slipping into an Uber I headed to my apartment It wasn't big but it would work, Setting my bag down in the unfurnished apartment I recalled upon my past. My mom had been a attractive,deceitful blonde from the UK. She moved to Cuba to marry my dad who was a 40 year old 350 lb business man. She was only 27. She had me but was then kicked out. Living a rough life until I was 18 I was finally taken in by my father. He died a year later and I inherited about $350,000. Using $100000 to buy my apartment in the US. I used about another $150,000 to bribe officials to get out of the country. Then I got my visa and landed in San Diego. Now I have a small apartment, a 9-5 job and a honda. But no knowledge of anything else. In Cuba I mostly ate little to nothing. But on the way home I learned of this thing called fast food. I got to eat In N Out and it was delicious. I felt this feeling I had never felt before. I was too full to move.


Today I woke up and Immediately had hunger pains, I looked up some restaurants in my city and found out they had more of this fast food. It was called a "breakfast sandwhich from Tim Hortons". Who was Tim? Anyway, I ate like 4 of those things and man it tasted sooo good. After, I headed to a furnished my house and headed to the beach. Something familiar from Cuba. I let myself get a good tan before heading to a taco place. It didn't taste authentic but I still cleaned my plate. Then went back to the beach. About and hour later a cute guy walked up to me. He had brownish skin, a good haircut, and large eyes.
"Hello, I thought you looked cute. What's your name"
"Maria and yours" I felt this feeling I hadn't felr before
"Dante"
"Well hello Dante"
"Well I wanted to know if you'd want to...you know..." My cuban instincts kicked in, he was nervous.
"You seem nervous, what's wrong"
"Well. Do you wanna go have dinner tonight, There's a new restaurant opening?" He looked 23, not too old for me
"Sure"
"Could I also ask your number?"
I didn't know much but I knew what that meant.
"I'll meet you at 7 at my house, I'll expect you to pick me up. And if you win me over, you will earn my number