"Tomorrow we still have a day off, how about you come with me to Madrid tomorrow?"
We sat down at Mac and Wild Burger in Devonshire. The restaurant where we first went on a date.
"Madrid?"
In front of them, several men and women were playing a shooting range game, a kind of hunting game in a wild area, on a screen installed at the very front of the restaurant. People cheered because the woman next to him won, and I joined in cheering for the woman.
"Yes, to my hometown to meet Mama." I looked at him. Well, he mentioned how he calls his mother dear mama. I smile.
"Hmmm," I heard it but ignored it because I was annoyed the frontman just gave in to the woman. Now he shoots more than the woman.
"Sofia," He chased after me to answer his question. I turned to him at last.
"Well, fine. But after you beat me in the race ahead."
"What?!" I left him and came forward and challenged the man in the cowboy hat in exasperation.
