The place was still packed and she and Frances were sitting, just waiting for a spot to open up. She had tried to convince her friend that another place would be just as good, but after missing a chance at chicken fried steak earlier in the day, Frances was holding firm that she wouldn’t settle for anything less. With a smile on her face, Marisela sat and waited with her friend making idle small talk, hoping that the man from earlier in the day wouldn’t be making a surprise visit of any kind. “I wonder if the waiter that liked you will be here.” Frances smiled and pushed her friend coyly. “Who are you talking about?” Marisela laughed. “I don’t recall any guys who were interested in me.” “Michael.” Frances winked. “Or should I just call him your future husband?” “Let’s not hurry and marry me off already.” Marisela laughed. “Chances are, he’ll take one look at my cooking and that ship will sail really quickly.”
