"I still have your blessing?" Hector said honestly surprised.
"Well, mine, but Juanita." Diaz began.
"Hmph!" She said indignantly to answer. "I'm only coming along to ensure my daughter's safety."
"Where?" Hector asked still confused.
"To the Cafe Peso Muerto!" Diaz said in a jovial tone.
"But, how can i get reservations so close to día de San Valentín?" Hector continued to question.
"You just leave that to u- i mean, me," Diaz said forgetting himself. "And make sure to bring chocolates and flowers."
Hector nodded making sure to ask any bellhops for chocolate offerings, and going to garden for flowers. He made sure to check everyday that flowers might still be available, and to his luck they were.
"Haha!" He said on the due day, plucking a fair few daffodils. "Perfect!"
Luck was on his side as well when service delivered him a fresh box of vintage recipe chocolates.
With items in hand, and a newly fitted set of clothes, Hector made his way into an even brighter part of town then the mansion, toward the Peso Muerto Cafe. where just as feared, it looked packed.
"Oy!" Diaz called from a seat. "Imelda should be here in about . . . 5 minutes, you got everything? The names are under Hector"
"Si, is Juanita here?" Hector said before feeling a stamp on his foot. "Ay yi yi! Must you wear el estiletes?!"
"You were in my way," Juanita said smiling smugly as she took a seat. "And look alive boy, Imelda is early."
Hector turned around and saw Imelda standing alone waiting for him.
"Wish me luck!" He said.
"Break a leg, literally." Juanita called.
"Ah Imelda, as beautiful as ever." Hector said bowing slightly pulling off his smug smirk.
Imelda like in her live days rolled her eyes, but smiled and even for courtesy's sake held out her hand for him to take.
"For mi bonita esposa." Hector said pulling out the golden daffodils.
"Wait? Daffodils?" Diaz muttered with quick realization. "Oh no."
"ACHOO!" She said sneezing her wig into the air only for it to fall back down on her head. "Daffodils?! Hector you know i'm allergic, remember our first aniversario? And well . . . I'm not your esposa," She said crossing her arms. "This is only because mi familia was insisting i not be alone."
"Please, did we ever divorce?" Hector asked pleadingly.
"*Sigh* No." Imelda said softening her hard stare.
"Did you not call me your's? The night you smack that son of un burro in the face?" Hector continued.
"I'll give you a chance," Imelda said letting her crossed arms fall limp. "But i'm doing it for Coco, she'd want to see us not fighting when she crosses."
"Gracias Mi Amor." Hector said smoothly gesturing for her to go in first.
"Welcome!" Said a tall thin skeleton that made even Hector look pudgy. "Name?"
"Hector." He said simply.
"Very good, your waiter will be Ernaldo," The thin skeleton said scribbling on his registry
Hector saw that Juanita and Diaz had a perfect view of them from outside even as they took their seats.
"Here's hoping they do well huh?" Diaz said keeping an eye on them.
Juanita simply sighed as if bored, drinking from her glass of wine.