I wondered if he actually had regrets. As he sat and started the car, I started to ask. “Do you regret meeting me?” I asked quietly. He turned to ...e and looked stunned, as he said, “No, why would you ask that?” “You didn’t seem all that excited when we were kissing,” I said as I felt the blush across my cheeks. Jeff reached for my fiery cheeks and said, “Anna I have enjoyed every minute of talking to you and count the minutes between. You have no idea what you have awoken in me.” I let his. Then drawing his attention away briefly, Yesenia’s phone sounds from somewhere within the pile of her crumpled clothes stacked on another kitchen chair.“Speaking of Zaria,” she says, riling the pile in search of the device. She reads the message and quickly types out a reply. “She’s going to catch the next train. She’ll be here around noon.”Ray takes a long draw on his coffee. “How did you get here?” he asks. “How did you even get in?”“I’ve been coming over here since I was six,” Yesenia. This forced marriage is crap and we both know it.”He sat back and his lips turned up in a slight smile as the people in the room gasped and whispered. I turned as the door opened and a girl my age walked in. I stared and could not look away as she slowed and our eyes met. I do not know how long we stood or even what was said. I woke as she took another step and glanced passed me.She cleared her throat, “I still do not like this grandfather. I do not want some power grabbing prince telling me. I began working out and didn't pay any attention to the only other person working out across the room. After about half hour, I was on my back working my legs. When I heard the middle-aged white dude say "You're doing it wrong. " I looked up and he was standing beside me. I said "What?" He repeated what he said and stooped down to push my legs showing me how far I should extend them. It felt awkward, his hands on my thigh, but I said thanks, and he walked away. I continued working out for maybe.