Neither Alberto nor Maria had ever had these feelings for anyone ever before. It was a night both of them would always remember.
They each had one more shots at the local cantina, gathered up their things and left into the pouring rain and wind.
His eyes searched the dirt road for a cab. He saw one, waved his hand as he whistled to get its attention. The cab stopped; he got in and asked her to join him.
She replied, “I don’t want to sit with you in that cab any more than I did in that cantina!”
Image credit goes to Deb Adams, originally posted here.