The moment the name "Rosa" left my father's mouth, I knew we were venturing into dangerous territory.
I almost choked on the predictability. I hadn't seen or spoken to her in years, and now my father thought we were some kind of star-crossed lovers waiting to be united?
"Wait, wait, wait," I said, holding up a hand as if I could physically halt the ridiculous idea forming in his head. "You're serious about this?"
He gave me a look that screamed, When am I not serious, Axel?
Never, that's when, you murderer! I replied in my head.
However, "Papá, Rosa and I are just friends. Friends! And by 'just friends,' I mean we haven't spoken in years. Years!"
"And what's your point?" he shot back, crossing his arms over his chest like he was already, and I was just friends.
Oh, God. No.