A/N: Thanks so much for your opinions everyone! I have gotten some inspiration so I hope this chapter will be a lot better than the last few

This chapter is done with the inspiration of wiccan-gal. Thanks a lot!

.:Chapter 8:.

That evening, Pablo, Elisa and Keira were sitting around the kitchen table, eating in silence. Elisa had convinced Katey to go stay at a hotel, her excuse being that there was not enough room for her in the house. Elisa looked between Pablo and Keira. Both were being really quiet. Elisa swallowed her food and looked at Keira. "We should go out tomorrow and look at the shops." She said with a smile.

Keira shrugged and took a sip of her water bottle. "Maybe." She glanced out the window. "Hey, maybe we can go to La Rosa Negra later?" She asked, looking over at Pablo, who went slightly pink in the cheeks but it was not evident because of his nicely tanned face.

"I suppose. If you really want to…" He was remembering what had happened last time and was rather embarrassed about it.

Elisa smiled happily. "Oh that sounds like fun!" She said with a bright smile and stood up to wash the dishes.

Keira's POV:

I walked into the crowded club with Pablo and Elisa, wearing a tight black skirt and light blue blouse. I went with Elisa to the bar while Pablo went to meet up with some of his friends. Elisa and I had been sitting at the bar for maybe five minutes when Elisa nudged me. "Don't look right away but a very…umm…"

I smiled, knowing what Elisa probably had in mind. "Attractive?" Elisa nodded enthusiastically and Keira smiled. She slowly looked over and saw a nice looking Cuban atching me with a gentle smile.

He took my smile as an invitation to come over to us. He took a seat on the bar stool next to mine and Elisa suddenly ran off after friends. He looked at me. "Are you American?" He asked in a heavy accent, heavier than Pablo's.

I smiled. "I lived there for the last couple of years but I was born in Cuba. I speak Spanish if that would make you more comfortable."

The man shook his head with an attractive smile. "No, I need to practice my English. Is a hard language, English."

I laughed and took a sip of my drink. The man held out his hand and I shook it. "I am Carlos."

I smiled happily. "I had an Uncle Carlos. It is nice to meet you, Carlos, I am Keira."

Carlos smiled again. "Would you like to dance?"

I didn't see anything wrong with this so I took his hand and he led me out to the dance floor. We began dancing and I noticed the difference between dancing with Pablo immediately. Carlos was very unsure with his moves and wasn't comfortable even touching my hips, which made me laugh.

We danced for most of the night and I was unaware of Pablo's eyes watching me the entire time. Finally, I asked to take a break because I was parched so I walked with Carlos to the bar, where he bought me another drink and I laughed and talked to him at a corner table, listening to the music. I definitely enjoyed this trip to La Rosa Negra better than the last time.

A/N: Okay so that's chapter eight! Kinda short but ready to go in potential….places? okay wow I'm really hyper right now…R&R and tell me what you think and thanks again wiccan-gal. If any one else has any ideas, let me know and I will give you credit