I laughed at that point, and we decided to leave the church when an older couple gave us looks that indicated they weren’t amused by our conversation.
“Come on, let’s go find somewhere to have a cold drink and some food.”
We ended up at Giraldo Square, again. It seemed as though all streets led here since we’d already passed it a few times in our walk around the center.
The sun was lower down, so there was now some shade in the outdoor seating area of the restaurants around the square. As much as I liked getting some color on my skin, it was still very hot, and I’m sure Joel’s light skin would burn under the sun.
We sat and were immediately greeted by a waiter.
“Boa tarde. What can I get you?” He looked happy despite the sweat on his forehead indicating he’d probably rather be working inside in the cool air-conditioned restaurant.
Joel asked for an iced tea, and I asked for an espresso and a bottle of cold water.
“How can you drink a hot coffee in this heat? Wouldn’t you rather have an iced coffee?”
“I don’t know. I’m just used to drinking a small coffee in the afternoon, I guess.” I leafed through the menu filled with traditional desserts and cakes.
“Ooh, they haveSericaia.” I’d seen the traditional egg-based cake featured in a TV program and had wanted to try it for ages.
“They have what?” Joel asked puzzled.
“It’s a traditional cake from this area.”
“Shall we see what they have for dinner, and then if you like, we can try that cake as dessert?” Joel suggested.
“Sounds good to me.”
We ended up staying in the same spot for nearly two hours. We had a light dinner because we had both wanted dessert. I enjoyed the cake so much I asked if I could meet the chef who made their cakes since the menu stated they were home baked on site.
No amount of charming Mrs. Fonseca, likely the grandma of the family-owned restaurant, made her give away her recipe.
“The old lady was totally into you,” Joel teased on the way back to the car.
I laughed. “She was a tough nut to crack.”
“An uncrackable nut since you came out of there empty-handed.”
“Not quite,” I said, lifting a bag with the two extra slices ofSericaiaMrs. Fonseca insisted we should take with us since she couldn’t share her recipe.
The sun was now quite low in the sky. I was glad we had still been able to do quite a lot today despite leaving the apartment later than expected. Not that I minded. I would quite happily be late all the time if the reason for it was Joel and his sexy mouth.
I was already eager to get to the hotel and get my hands on him again. My thoughts were causing an uncomfortable situation in my shorts for the second time this afternoon, and I silently willed Joel to get us to the hotel as quickly as possible.
We were now outside the town on small country roads. It was still light but not for long. I was adjusting myself in my seat while trying to think of something else other than Joel’s mouth when I felt the car slow down.
“Fuck,” Joel said.
“What’s wrong? Why are we stopping?”
“I don’t know. The car isn’t working.”
Joel managed to pull over to a patch on the side of the dirt road before the car came to a complete halt.
