AN: I made Garcia 35 in this story. And Derek is 38. I don't think I mentioned that yet. Sorry. Hope you like. I own nothing.
Santiago and I been together since that night in Paris...and I wouldn't change that for the world.
Flashback
I turned around to see who that sultry voice belonged too. There he was, this beautiful man in a white pant suit. He was muscular but not intimidating and his carmel skin tone stood out even more with his green eyes. I was aww struck then I remembered he knew my name and I'm quite sure I have not met him before. He saw my confusion and spoke again with his slight accent, "I'm sorry. I went to introduce myself when your brother introduced you to his lady friend." He chuckled, "I've never met a brother and sister, who dance that way, though judging by his death stare that it was for my benefit rather than his."
I blushed, "Oh, he isn't my brother but I love him like one. Well, it seems, I'm at a disadvantage. You know my name but I don't know yours?"
"Of course, my apologies, my name is Santiago Zamora. I've been trying to work up the courage to talk to you all night. I'm not really good at this but would you like to go for something to drink and talk?..."
"Are you asking me out on a date?" She said with a coy smile, teasing a bit.
"Um no. Yes. Yes I am." He said with a tad bit more confidence.
"Well you're gonna need my number." She wrote it down. They continued to walk the streets of Paris. While talking the came to rest on a bench and just sat talking and laughing.
They talked about anything and everything. He was from California, 45 years old, and a widow. No children. He hadn't been in a lasting relationship since the passing of his late wife. He spoke about growing up with a mother who knew very little English and his father abandoned him and his mother when he was 6. He worked hard to get into college and paid for it as well. He owns his own import/export jewelry business. He told her about his adventures, he has been in Paris for 3 months and he wants to go to other places as well. As he spoke, Penelope couldn't help but stare in awe. He spoke with passion and vitality. She thought to herself, wow he's gorgeous and intelligent. Someone pinch me. She felt so comfortable with him, at ease. She shared with him everything as well. She told why she left the states, at first to remedy a broken heart but what it really turned out to be was a chance at life. The life that was waiting for her.
They were so into their conversation that they hadn't notice morning was presenting itself.
With a yawn Penelope said, "As much as I hate to end this, we both need sleep." She chuckled.
"I'll walk you to your hotel. Make sure you get there safely. Can I see you again, Penelope?"
"I'd like that." She said with a smile as they walked towards her hotel.