The next morning, Ricky awoke first. He couldn't quite remember what had happened. All he knew is that Lucy had her head on his chest, and her arm wrapped around his stomach. He also realized that she had his arms wrapped around her tightly. He felt her stir. He decided to act as if he was still asleep and see what would happen.
The first thing Lucy sensed was a scent. She took another whiff and realized it was Ricky's cologne. She opened her eyes and slowly realized where she was, but more importantly, in what position she was laying in.
"If only mother could see me now." She giggled.
"What was that?"
She jumped up. "Ricky! Oh, I um, I mean I didn't know that you were awake" she was about as red as her hair. "Listen, uh about um that…"
"Hey, dunt worry 'bout it, we both fell asleep. That's all there is too it." Ricky said. Lucy could have sworn she heard a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"Uh, I think we should go."
He walked her home and reminded her about their rumba date later that night. He went home and rested. She on the other hand had a big dilemma.
"What on Earth am I going to wear tonight?!?"
After a quick shower, Ricky pulled out his best white suit, and put a red carnation on it. It took him a while, but he decided that he would wear a hat. He fixed his bow-tie and headed towards Lucy's house.
He got there about ten minutes later and rang the doorbell.
"Coming" he heard a faint voice say. "Ricky? Is that you?"
"Si, señoritas! It's me!"
"Oh come in, its open. Wait for me in the living room. I'm almost ready."
"Okay." He said as he walked through the door. The house was well organized, and he found his way to the living room and sat on the couch. He could hear her moving about upstairs. He noticed that she had a book on the coffee table. The title was "All You Need To Know About Cuba." And the receipt was sticking out of one of the first pages. He looked at the date and noticed that it was purchased earlier that day. He chuckled to himself. He looked around and a picture caught his eye. He got up and went to look closer. He picked the picture up in his hands and studied it. It was definitely Lucy, he could tell because of the eyes, she looked like she was around fourteen or fifteen. The only real difference he noticed is that in fact, her hair was brown. He heard her coming down the stairs.
"I see your into Cu-" he stopped as his mouth fell open, the picture dropped from his hands. Luckily, it landed on the couch. She giggled at his response. "Lucy! Estas preciosa!" She laughed harder now.
"Uh Ricky?" she asked, "what does that mean?"
"Significa, I mean…It means that you look precious." He blushed when he realized he had just admitted that out loud.
"Oh…well…" she felt her cheeks burning. "You look very handsome yourself." She said trying to change the subject. They both smiled.
"Shall we go?" he said breaking the silence.
"Si, señor." She winked.
"Ahh…very good, señorita." He gave her his arm and she gladly took it.
Together, they both left the house, exited for what was going to happen that night.
