LONDON

We had tacos at a pretty nice tacos food cart.

“Why you didn’t take me here before?” I was halfway through it and still had one on the plate. “This is really good.”

“I don’t know if your father will allow you to eat something from the food cart.” He took a huge bite but ensured he wouldn’t mess up his suit— a pretty new and good gray suit. He then followed with a soda.

I loved watching him eat like a soldier and didn’t care even if someone was watching him.

“Don’t look at me like that, baby, or you’ll regret it later.” There you go, the hint...