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Mamá: Unless vegetarians eat chicken. Do they? Charo used to be
flexotorian? Flexatarian? I don’t remember. But she still had jamón and
chorizo. You know I don’t know about all those food trends.
Mamá: If he does, we can also ask for chicken. Ask him.
Oh sweet baby Jesus. How in the world was my mother awake?
Isabel: It’s weird that I don’t know what your boyfriend looks like. Is he
ugly? That’s okay. I bet he makes up for it in other ways. *eggplant emoji*
Mamá: Just let me know what he eats. It will be fine. I won’t tell Abuela. You
know how she is.
Isabel: I’m joking, you know. I wouldn’t judge your boyfriend by the way he
looks.
Isabel: Also, I won’t ask for a dick pic because that’s your business, but I
won’t complain if you want to show me one.
I groaned.
Isabel: Joking again. *heart emoji*
Isabel: Not about the sexy voice though. That was *fire emoji*
“So, that leaves us two options,” the man beside me said.
Whirling my head around and almost butting his in the process, I found
him looking over my shoulder. Close—his mouth was so very close to my
cheek.
I jerked my phone against my chest, the skin of my face heating up.
“How much did you get?”
Aaron—my prospective boss—shrugged his shoulders. “Enough.”
Of course he did. This is The Lina Martín Show after all.
“At least, enough to advise against breaking up with me until you hear the