Alonso's Family

Alonso took Natalie to a park along Santa Monica Boulevard. Her eyes were puffy and her nerves were tense, but the beautiful cactus gardens and the iconic Beverly Hills sign still caught her attention.

Finding a quiet spot suitable for a heart-to-heart conversation, Alonso parked the car. "We can get out if you want, or we can stay."

"Let's stay," she replied in a tired voice.

Alonso gazed into the distance, his thoughts seemingly miles away from Natalie as he spoke.

"My father's name is also Alonso too, Alonso Senior," He looked at her with a neutral expression, "Did I mention this before?"

She shook her head. "You look a lot like him. I guess it makes sense."

He turned his head straight forward again. "We're not so different, him and I."

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