Raye trudged into her shared apartment with a confused expression ..
She opened the door walking slowly into her room , dropping her backpack with a thud at her side table , before slumping on her bed tiredly .
She didn't want to admit it _ but Kyle , he seemed obsessed with her .
Geez , it felt like he had already pictured them together before she could even see it herself .
Not like she didn't do it when she hadn't met him but now ...it felt awkwardly strange .
One time she liked it and another she felt scared again.
She liked him , she couldn't deny that fact .
Maybe a little much than usual , you couldn't blame her the guy was so smooth with his words and action .
Everything about him just screamed perfect for her .
But then Danielle , she was so worried about her , they weren't that close of friends like her and Jane but they were still friends .
And she really like the girl too , but she was starting to accept the fact the girl might never get over her crush from Kyle ..
Sighing again she snapped her eyes open looking at the ceiling before she lazily got up from the bed .
She still need to take a shower though .
Then she remembered the hug Raye blushed hard as she slumped back covering her face with a pillow .
"Ugh , he is so annoying " she growled before giggling softly.
After taking a shower she went back to the sitting room settling on the couch , she pick the remote about to watch something .
Then she heard a light knock ,twice .
Raye frowned wondering if it was Jane , but Jane would rather just open the door .
She had her keys so she wouldn't knock or do those thing .
Dragging her feet to the door, she opened it and froze.
Standing there was the neighbor she had only seen a few times from a distance—a tall, slightly broad-shouldered man in his late twenties with neatly brushed dark hair, warm brown eyes, and the kind of smile that could sell toothpaste.
He held a cream-colored envelope in one hand.
Immediately she saw the taxi stop in front of their house as Jane came out with an exhausted face before paying the taxi man .
"Good evening , what can I help you with ?" ..
Raye asked staring at the handsome man ..
She couldn't still believe she had thought that the guy was the mystery texter .
"¡Hola vecina! ¿Cómo está?" he greeted warmly, his voice rich and friendly.
Raye blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Then a full freeze.
Her brain: …Processing…Error…
The man smiled even brighter, clearly expecting her to reply.
"Uh—uhm—" she stuttered, her mouth opening and closing like a confused goldfish.
Did he just speak Spanish or what Raye asked in her head and if it was possible question marks dangled above her head .
He continued, cheerful as ever:
"Espero que esté teniendo un buen día. Quería darle esto personalmente."
Did he just cast a spell on me?? Am I supposed to say 'abracadabra'?
She stood there frozen, clutching the doorframe. Then in a full panic she glanced at Jane who was standing beside her now with eyes wide open .
Jane who was exhausted raised her head to look at Raye and their neighbor with a frown she walked close when she heard the man speak Spanish .
Her eyes snapped to look at Raye , who like what she expected ..... shocked ...but the poor man still threw another one .
She took one look at the scene and BURST into laughter , shaking her head slowly.
"Oh my God, Raye, don't tell me you're just standing there like a deer!" Jane said between giggles. "He said hello and asked how you were doing!"
The man chuckled lightly, realizing what happened. "Ah, perdón. I thought you spoke Spanish, your friend did ".
Raye huffed cheeks flaming .
Didn't he see the smoke coming out from her head she thought rolling her eyes before chuckling .
"Oh. Oh no, I—uh—I barely speak English correctly, let alone Spanish."
Jane nudged her way to the door, grinning like the devil. "This is our neighbor, Luis. Remember when I told you the new guy was getting married soon? Yeah—this is him.
Raye's eyes widened. Wait wait wait. Hold up.
This is the guy I thought was the mystery texter? THE Mexican neighbor getting married??
Her brain replayed the memory of her dramatic theory: 'The secret admirer must be him! Him leaning across the wall and the way he talked '
And now here he was.
Engaged.
To be married.
Speaking Spanish.
Raye nearly wanted the ground to swallow her whole.
Luis, polite as ever, switched smoothly to English. "Yes, I'm sorry. My fiancée and I are inviting all the neighbors , this Saturday . It's a small celebration, but we would love for you both to come."
Jane beamed. "Of course! We'll be there."
Raye, still stiff and embarrassed, mumbled, "Uh—thanks—congratulations—sí, fiesta—olé—"
Jane practically snorted. "Oh my gosh, stop embarrassing yourself! He said English, not Dora the Explorer!"
Luis laughed politely at her awkwardness, handed her the envelope, and said, "Have a wonderful day, neighbors. I'll see you soon."
When he left, Raye closed the door slowly, turned to Jane with wide eyes, and hissed, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! This whole time I thought my 'mystery texter' was him! Do you know how dramatic I made it in my head?! And you didn't tell me he was Mexican!"
Jane was doubled over, laughing so hard she couldn't breathe. "Oh, Raye, if only you could've seen your face when he said 'Hola vecina!'—you looked like someone caught you stealing from his mailbox."
Raye covered her face with the invitation. "This is humiliating. I'm never showing my face at his wedding."
Jane grinned wickedly. "Yes, you are. You're coming. And you're dancing. And I'm going to remind you of this moment every time you try to be a detective in your love life again."