Emily's POV
Nathan takes a few steps back and shakes his head, making me walk over to them.
"This is Emily. My..." He rambles. "My new roommate."
Yes, I was so fond of this man that I wasn't capable of lying to him.
"Emily?" For some reason my name surprises him. He walks over to me and extends his hand: "I'm José."
He introduces himself, without any marked accent and evidently expecting me to respond in the same language.
"My mom is the Latina, not me." I shook his hand and smiled at him, putting the man and Nathan, who were waiting for an answer in dazzling Spanish romanticism, off guard. He nods with a: "No problem" and returns his attention to Nathan.
What a disappointment of a woman you are Emily, you shouldn't even be called that.
"At this hour there is no tour son, you know that. I'd love to join you but I'm too busy with some paperwork at the office" She says with chagrin. Nathan shakes his head and plants his palm on his shoulder.
