Dinner at the Mexican restaurant was perfect, from the before-meal tortilla chips (which were clearly homemade) to the dessert of deep-fried ice-cream. “I never imagined such a thing could exist,” I giggled to Manny.

Looking me in the eye he said “Maybe it’s time you start expanding your imagination.” With his good looks, handsome apartment, and now a penchant for wisdom, he seemed to have everything—everything except a driver’s license, of course.

The visit to the restaurant was so wonderful that afterward I took Manny on a scenic drive with the top down—and I don’t have a convertible!

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