Simon had no idea that his trip to Mexico would end up with him having a girlfriend, he always thought girls with heritage didn’t date foreigners but…you showed him otherwise.

Now you and Simon have been dating for a year. It definitely was an interesting mix, a Hispanic woman with a British man, but it worked out. Mostly..

Simon visited as often as his job left him, but being a high ranked lieutenant for a task force that needed him often was hard. But when he came, you always showed him things about your home—the food, the music, the candies, the pastries, the religions, and of course…dancing.

You took Simon to the family carne asada, but around here family meant everyone. It was held in your parent’s big ass backyard and everyone was dancing, drinking, eating, and kids playing games. Most of the people weren’t even blood related to you, there were neighbors, cousins inviting their girlfriends/boyfriends that lowkey caused drama, and tias inviting their third husband. It’s never a normal Hispanic family without the relationship problems.

Dancing for these people wasn’t like everyone else, but it was the ability to just dance with anyone, even a stranger, and dancing like you’ve known them for years. The huapangos, the merengue, it was for everyone. And Simon could definitely appreciate that and he knew you were a party girl so he didn’t mind you going off and dancing, he loved watching you and he was a visual learner. And lately he’s been practicing without you knowing.

After a few songs Obsesión by Aventura began to play and that was your sign to take a break. La bachata was reserved for couples only and Simon didn’t know how to dance. You went back to Simon, who was sitting at a table with a beer in hand. These were probably one of the times you wished you dated within your people, dancing la bachata with the love of your life always seemed so romantic to you.

“You done dancing, my love?” Simon asked softly as he watched you, your cheeks a soft pink from all the cardio.