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"Don't you get it?" she asked, frustrated. "You can speak Spanish, you can wink, and you can do that smirk that makes me blush every time. It won't matter-I'm terrified of falling in love with you."
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- CHAPTER FOUR - "PASSION SPEAKS LOUDER THAN WORDS."
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"Well, hello there, beautiful," words rang through the García house. In the kitchen stood Liza Koshy: Carmen's first internet friend. The dark, wavy haired comedian put a glove onto her small hand as she pulled a giant cookie cake from the oven for the duo to enjoy as they caught up with their crazy lifestyles.
Brown eyes belonging to the Hispanic one widened at the view—she had always had a sweet tooth and was more than excited to indulge in the dessert once it was cooled. Laughs could be heard from Liza as her white teeth glowed, bringing a smile to Carmen's face as well. With them, the laughter was always contagious.
As Liza's oven mitts lightly set the hot tray onto the stove top to cool, Carmen clapped like a child in excitement, before turning to see her rather large kitchen dirtied with flour, measuring cups, and so many other baking tools and ingredients. She sighed, pouting as Liza ran up and hugged the other petite woman.
"It's okay, I'll help you clean!" she exclaimed, also imitating a child as they continued to joke around with one another.
Grabbing a wet washcloth, Carmen began to clean off the white, granite countertop as Liza returned everything to its rightful spot. Smirking at the sight of the short, wavy hair bouncing as Liza hummed, Carmen began to start conversation.
"How was the Met Gala?" she asked, smiling at the memory of Liza interviewing her and seeing her flustered side come out. Luckily, the two were seated at a table with one another, putting them both at ease for an event too large for either one of them to feel comfortable with. Besides, it was Liza's first time at the Met and she was one of the few internet stars to receive the invitation—making a lot of pressure put on her shoulders.
Liza scoffed, slapping her friend's shoulder playfully. "Girl, you were there!" she responded, causing a chuckle between the two of them.
"I know, I know!" Carmen spoke back, shrugging. "It was the last time we saw each other, though," she pouted.
Liza wiped her face, as if a tear was on it, before hugging the girl who's body was almost identical in shape. While their faces weren't similar in the slightest, the two of them were like miniature partners in crime, kicking ass and taking names as they hid in drawers and corners.
"Speaking of," Liza suddenly pulled away from Carmen, as if she remembered something she forgot to do earlier and her legs moved as if she was on a mission. "David has yet to have me over when Jeff is over. He won't let me meet him!" she whined, jokingly, knowing that nothing would come of her and Jeff but finding him extremely attractive either way.
Carmen chuckled, shaking her head as yet another person close to her has brought him up in conversation. It annoyed her the fact that he had so many others around her that also shared a small attraction to the New Yorker because she hated all the attention he got—she would get jealous.
