Miguel was the first person I saw when I stepped into the dining room, he stood near the table arranging food into a tray. The sight of him alone made my breath hitch, he was the only familiar face in this unfamiliar world and the one reason I agreed to being part of all this was because of her.
Miguel turned around at the sound of my footsteps.
“Senora,” he called out, that word sounded so strange to my ears, and I hated it.
“Don’t ever call me that.” I said in disgust before I could stop myself, a small smile appeared on his face.
“What should I call you if you don’t want that?” I opened my mouth, but nothing came out, we had too many names between us, sweet endearments and too much history. I said nothing as I sat down, neither of us spoke, the silence between us was filled with so
