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“That’s what I was th—”
“WAIT!” her friend interrupted abruptly, gesturing wildly for a timeout. “Does this mean that Pax shares his women too?”
“Uhhhhh…” she stalled, doing her best Tina Belcher impression while her mind whirled. She hadn’t thought about that yet. It was an obvious question; one that she would have asked herself had she been thinking clearly.
“He is too, right?” Marisol continued as if Elena was still reeling over this new revelation. “He has to be. It’s like a family tradition…sort of.”
“Probably,” she muttered, a mixture of emotions flowing through her the more she thought about it.
“What’s that face for?” Marisol bumped her hip into Elena’s. “You look like someone spit in your nachos.”
“Nothing,” she sighed with a shake of her head. She was just being stupid.
“It’s not nothing. What’s wrong?”
Her bestie studied her with hawk-like eyes that she couldn’t avoid.
“Are you upset that your dream man might have a couple brother-husbands he brings to the party?”
Elena snorted out a laugh despite her sinking stomach. “Really?”
“What?” Marisol propped her hands on her hips in offense. “Is there another way to refer to them?”
“How would I know?” she shot back, her voice going high in defense. “Today was the first time I said anything more than ‘hello’ to any of them; Taffy included.”
“Well—find out and report back,” her friend ordered earning another eye roll.
“Can we please change the subject?” She reached for the stack of laminated menus on the counter and shuffled them like gigantic playing cards as a distraction. She didn’t care what they talked about as long as it was something else.
“Party pooper,” Marisol grumbled, taking the menus from Elena. “Anything else exciting happen?”
“Nope,” she answered with a shake of her head before remembering what she’d had to deal with on arrival at the garage. “Well, I did run into a group of protesters blocking the sidewalk when I got there.”
“Did they fuck with you?” her bestie’s expression went from curious to deadly in the blink of an eye.
“Nah,” she said, calming the other woman instantly. “Taffy said they’re harmless. The Iron Seeds are so well known they’ve got lengthy waitlists; it doesn’t even impact their business. I guess they come around a couple times a year and make a nuisance of themselves before moving on to annoy the shit out of someone else. Anyways, they must have thought I was delivering food or something since I was carrying Medina’s bags. Other than a few dirty looks, they ignored me.”
“Good.” Marisol held up her hand for Elena to look at it. “I just did my nails last night and these little tacos took for-fucking-ever.”
“Nice,” she said, admiring the tiny painted tacos floating on her friend’s manicure. “Is this your newest hyperfixation?”
“Yup,” she chirped with a grin. “I burned myself out on makeup tutorials so now I’m onto nail art. I’d chip ‘em for you though.
“Awwwww,” Elena drawled, batting her eyes. “Youdolove me”
“You know it,” Marisol agreed before blowing a kiss her way. “I’m going to miss not having you around all the time. That reminds me…do you have a start date yet? I’ll need to cross you off the schedule.”
“My first day is Monday.” She blew out a heavy breath after saying it out loud. She was so fucking nervous about the whole thing it made her nauseous. She pulled out her vape and took a discreet hit.
“Anxious are we?”
Elena nodded, slowly blowing the thick fog down the front of her Medina’s tee. The last thing she needed was someone seeinga vape cloud through the windows and narcing on her, or the restaurant for that matter.
“Sorry, I’ll go out back next time.”
“Girl, you know I don’t care.” Marisol rolled her eyes.
“I know, but still.” The Medinas weren’t the ones she was worried about. “Pendeja Penny could have been walking by.”
