10| Taco Night

Once I was settled, Ryan and I reconvened in the living room. We were both sitting on the sectional, debating what we wanted to do with our night. Alec still had not returned, and honestly, I was wondering where he went with such a large dog... but since he was gone, we decided to just hang around the house. We were both tired from travel, so the consensus was to order Mexican food and make margaritas.

Ryan ordered from a local Mexican restaurant. I couldn't make up my mind about what I wanted to get, so he took it upon himself to order for us both. In about an hour or so, I'd be stuffing my face full of guacamole, elote, and a wide assortment of tacos—chicken, beef, fish, etc; you name it, Ryan ordered it. Not that I would complain about the excessive amount of food—I thoroughly enjoyed eating.

After we ordered, Ryan lead me to the kitchen to make margaritas. I perched myself up on my knees on one of the bar stools as I fumbled with the tequila, removing the cap. I watched as Ryan mo