Con mucho AMOR

Yon my bff, his daughter (my niece) Luna and I went to watch my nephew Silas play a semi-pro soccer game in West Covina on May 1st, a Sunday afternoon. After the game on our way home to Long Beach we decided we should grab a bite to eat. Yon and I are always down for some poke nachos at the Yard House, so we exit the 57 south in Brea. We get the corner table in the very front of the restaurant. I picked up the menu and all I see is the most beautiful site of my life and whoever that is just walked into the YH in a hurry! I heard a big “crack!” My neck still hurts till this day. We make eye contact mind you, and from there I couldn’t stop staring as now we are sitting diagonally across booths facing each other. “Damn, she’s looking at your boy”, I tell Yon. “Go talk to her”, says Yon. I didn’t because I really wasn’t ready to get married. But Yon insisted since I can’t stop starring (back) at her. Before we left the restaurant Yon once again asked me why I don’t just go talk to her. As I gained the courage to go marry this girl, she gets up and goes to the back of the restaurant into the restroom. “It’s not meant to be” I tell Yon. “You’re gucci go and introduce yourself to her friends and leave her your business card”. “Aight”. “Hi my name is Ismael, I think your friend is beautiful”. “Hell yea she is”, Jessica or Clare said, as this is a blur to me. I leave my card like a true Real Estate professional and say my goodbyes. The next day, on Monday evening, I see a 626 number, it must be a client…well it wasn’t it was the one and only future Mrs. Chávez. “So why couldn’t you give me your card yourself”. I smiled and the rest is history.