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"You know, we do practice very hard to be the best of the best. If you're nice, maybe I'll give you a few of our secrets sometime." She grinned, squeaking a little as he tickled her side. Dancing away just a bit she laughed, hair flipping about. "You'll come cheer for me? You better."
Falling in beside him again, she let her head fall against his shoulder. "He is dreamy. Don't be jealous, Sam Ruiz. You can't help that he's like this old, but really hot guy."
She let him blush a little, or just be shy. She didn't know which it was as they came up on his truck and bike. Personally, she was happy they'd picked the bike over the truck. That thing was so beat up and old that it was beyond uncool to be seen in. So she took the helmet and jacket without any complaint. "I think bikes are hot, so..." She plopped the helmet on her head, her hair falling into her eyes as she did.
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"Yeah, we can watch that," he agreed. Once she was situated on the bike he took off again, revving the engine as they took off out of the parking lot. His house was on the other side of town, away from all the noise. The further out they got the quieter it got.
Pulling into the driveway he parked the bike near his mom's car and hung took his helmet off. From outside he could smell that his mom had been cooking again. He smiled and closed his eyes, taking in the scent of home. "Ma's been cooking," he said to Ginger with a smile. "She's not even from the south but she's got the hospitality thing down."
He lead her inside the house and was promptly attacked by his puppy... well couldn't really call him a puppy anymore. Franklin, though he was short was very stocky and knocked Sam back a bit. "Whoa boy," he said gently, stooping to pet him. "This is my dog Franklin," he introduced her to the silly thing as he bounced at his boy.
Walking further into the house, he of course found his mom at the kitchen counter. "Oh hey you two!" she said looking up from the food. "I made you some snacks, I wasn't sure if you'd be hungry or not!" Sam's mom said brightly. She walked around the kitchen table and held her hand out. "It's so nice to meet you. Melchor has told me all about you!"
"Ma," Sam said pulling the brim of his hat lower. She knew he hated his first name. How embarrassing!
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When they'd set out for his house, she hadn't really considered the idea of his parents being home. Maybe it was because her parents never were, or if they were- they weren't anywhere to be found. Which was pretty much the same as not being there at all. So all she could do was smile nervously as she set the helmet on the bike and shrugged out of the jacket.
"Heh, that's nice?" She offered up when Sam mentioned his mother's flair for hospitality. "My mother doesn't cook. We hired out." If they needed on. Usually no one cooked in the house. The kitchen was just...wasted space. Or a place to stash booze, if your name was Phillip.
As she followed him into the house, she laughed a little at Franklin, petting him once he'd calmed down a bit. She even gave him a kiss on the top of his head, before skipping off to follow Sam into the kitchen. And right into his mother.
"Oh! Uh, Hi..." She stared at the woman in front of her for a moment, unsure as to what a person was supposed to do when faced with someone else's parent. "It is nice to met you too." Looking at the woman's hand a moment, Ginger carefully took it in her's and tried her best smile out on the woman.
Gosh. It was so weird to be in the company of someone else's mom.
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Anna beamed at the girl, giving her hand a little squeeze. "I'll just leave you two to it," she said. "Don't forget to brush your teeth Melchor," she said, standing on her tip toes to kiss his cheek.
"Yeah, yeah ma," he said a bit embarrassed. "Good night," he said rubbing a hand through his hair. He turned to Ginger, a little red in the face. "Fresh churros," he said pointing at the plate his mom had prepared. He picked up up and blew on it experimentally. He finished it quickly in just a few bites like a champ and wiped his hands on a dish towel. "Did you want anything?" he asked. "We always have sweet tea and some kind of juice," he suggested.
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Oh that was precious. Ginger couldn't help but behind her hand at the way Anna Ruiz treated her son. It wasn't a bad thing, but it was funny all the same. He looked so embarrassed.
Waving good night to the woman, Ginger turned to look at the churros with a bit of a skeptical look. She wasn't sure, but it looked like it was a mountain of calories in every one of those sticks. "Yum!" She said, pasting on her best smile as she looked back up at Sam. "I bet they are delicious."
So maybe lying to her date wasn't a good thing, but she didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, right? She couldn't really tell them that she didnt want their food because, well, it would make her fat, now could she? That would be just plain rude. "Um, how about some water for while we watch the movie?"
At least one thing could be said- she had a fairly healthy-ish diet. When she ate.
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