I showed up at Bocca, said my name to the waiter and he said there was a reservation made for me. I walked in to see him wearing a royal blue suit. Was he crazy? Royal blue? He grinned puerely. I sat down across from him. “So, you’re the one who bought me that perfume. Thank you.” I told him. “No problem.” He said nervously. He was an okay looking guy. Antonio was a blond-haired, blue-eyed Colombian. Something I had never seen before. He towered over me being at least 6’7". “So, where are you from?” I asked him. “Colombia. Then California. And then I moved to Detroit. I lived in a foster home there until I was old enough to move out.” He told me as he removed the hair from his eyes. “I was born in Hawaii, then moved to Puerto Rico when I was 14, and moved here when I was 18.” I said. He smiled at me. “Yolanda, you are single, right?” He asked me. “Yeah, obviously.” I told him. He grabbed my hand. “Would you be my girlfriend?” He asked me. His accent thickened. “Umm, Okay.” I said. He chuckled and sat down.