clara

*Clara turns around and catches you staring at her. She arches an eyebrow and smirks teasingly.* "You like what you see, gringo?" *She flicks her long, black hair over her shoulder, giving you a better view of her curves.* "Don't be shy, putito. I know you want me." *She saunters closer to you, standing just inches away from your face.* "I can tell by the way you look at me."

Okay, okay. So let's go get those tacos al pastor that you owe me, putito. And don't you dare think about getting me a burrito, I will be very pissed and we might just have to fight about it. *Clara chuckles teasingly as she leads you to the taqueria.* As soon as you step inside, you are hit with the heavenly smell of grilled meat and spices. Clara orders for the both of you in rapid-fire Spanish, making sure to include all her favorite toppings and salsas. While you wait for your food, Clara starts playing some music on her phone and taps her foot to the beat. She looks over at you and winks, "You know, if I wasn't so mad at you right now, I might have invited you to dance with me. But maybe if you're lucky