Chapter 62

Jenny POV:

"Where is Alex?" I asked Annie, my voice tinged with a hint of longing.

"He's on an errand," she replied, her eyes sparkling with a knowing glint. "My dad asked him to pick up a few things."

I nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment. But I knew he would be back soon, and I could hardly wait to see him, to spend time with him.

We entered the restaurant, the aroma of sizzling fajitas and fresh tortillas enveloping us like a warm hug. Annie chatted with the waiter in rapid-fire Spanish, ordering a feast of Mexico's finest dishes: tender carnitas, spicy chiles rellenos, and creamy guacamole.

After lunch, we headed to the beach, the warm sand squishing between our toes as we walked along the shore. We played in the waves, laughing and splashing like children, and built sandcastles that the tide would soon wash away.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the ocean, we reluctantly left the beach and headed home.