Page 71 of Always Salty

Me:

I guess.

Dima:

It has a collar.

Me:

Okay, well maybe leave it.

Dima:

No takebacks now.

I rolled my eyes and sent him another text, but he didn’t reply, so I went back to our previous conversation.

“Back to what we were talking about,” I said. “When you say in the form of cookies and candy and the like, that’s completely different from having, say, Taco Bell. Sure, there are sugars in the tortillas and things, but as long as you stay away from the churro bite things, you should be very fine.”

“I like the way you think,” she said. “Tell him to stop by and get Taco Bell on his way home.”

I laughed and reached for my phone again.

Me:

Is there any way that you could possibly stop by Taco Bell on the way home?

Dima:

Yes

I smiled.

No questions.

Just yes.

Me:

I’ll place the order at the closest Taco Bell to your place. What time are you thinking?

Dima:

Probably another couple of hours. I’ll text you when I’m about done.

We went back to wine night.

It’d been Milena’s suggestion because she wanted to know everything there was to know about Dima and me.

It’d all started out this morning when I’d been in the backyard checking out a swarm of bees on the fence.

Apparently, one of the sisters had bees, and Dima had been explaining to me about them when Milena had popped her head over the fence and seen us.

“It’s true!” she’d exclaimed, and from that point she’d demanded that we have dinner tonight.

When Dima had explained that he had something to do, Milena had turned it into girls’ night.

No bad food or snacks, just healthy food and wine.

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