The Musician Down the Road || Héctor Rivera X Reader ALIVE

Dinner For Two

Would you? Would you?! Would you, Y/N L/N, like to go for dinner with Héctor?

Your face went completely and totally red. You grabbed him into a tight hug and pulled him close, earning an embarrassed chuckle from Héctor.

"So.. you will?" He questioned hopefully.

You nodded quickly. Héctor  "Sí, Santa María, sí, sí, of- of course!"

He laughed and hugged you tightly against his chest.

"How is.. tomorrow?"

| THE NEXT DAY |

Héctor It was six in the afternoon. You had told your parents that you were going with Imelda and Héctor to get some food. Your parents only let you go with him because of the tiny, little lie involving Imelda.

Héctor came by to pick you up at six thirty, and the two of you had passed his house by six forty. Héctor hadn't actually told you were it was he was taking you. You had a couple guesses, some cheap-but-pleasant restaurants not far from the graveyard that sat peacefully in the center of town.

He took you past one restaurant.. two.. three.. Where was he taking you? As far as you were aware, he didn't have the money to take you anywhere too fancy or expensive, but you had passed everything on the cheaper end, unless a new place had just been built?

| HÉCTOR'S P.O.V. |

Y/N had seemed to grow more and more confused as you two passed more and more restaurants and vendors.

"Héctor..?" You had asked, lightly tapping his arm to get his attention.

He looked down at you with a small smile. "Sí?"

"Where are you taking me?"

"You'll see."

And that was the only response you could, or would, work out of him.

He had decided to take you to a more pricey restaurant. He had been taking odd jobs and saving up in secret for two or three months so he could surprise you.

He was sure you would love it. You'd always said you wondered what the food was like there, and sometimes you'd pass by just to get another look at the place. He knew your mama would never let you go there, especially not on your own, and you didn't have any way of earningany money so you could save to go there anyways.

The walk was only another fifteen minutes from the market to the building. Once you had arrived, he stopped you, took you by the shoulders and turned you to face the building.

"Héctor.. you didn't. Did you?" You asked in disbelief.

"Sí. Let's go in, señorita."

| YOUR P.O.V. |

"Héctor.. you didn't. Did you?" You asked in disbelief.

His smile stretched from ear-to-ear.

"Sí. Let's go in, señorita."

He took one of his hands off your shoulder and took your hand instead, guiding you into the large building. The air conditioning hit you like a brick, suddenly chilling you to the bone. Stone floors clicked and clacked beneath your feet, just up to where a waiter greeted you and walked you into a carpeted section. The carpets were smooth and well taken care of, crimson with gold threaded designs of snakes and spiders and scorpions dancing along the edges.

You were sat down at a polished oak table with a table cloth to match the carpet, but this had briars sewn into the edges, tangled plants that looked like they had actually grown in the fabric. Héctor ordered the two of you water, smiling his big goofy grin.

"You keep staring at the carpets, Y/N."

You nodded. "The designs - they're uh.. they're pretty."

He laughed and leaned on the table slightly. He had brushed his hair, you noted, and it didn't look nearly as greasy as you were used to. In fact.. it didn't look greasy at all. Maybe a little dusty, but dust was nigh-impossible to escape in this town.

"What do you think you'll eat, señorita?"

You nodded absentmindedly.

"I hope you aren't just trying to find the cheapest thing on the menu. Get what you want."

He smirked at you. He had called you out, and he'd know if you had just gotten the cheapest thing you could find now. Damn it. You looked through the meals, looking for something not too expensive but still good.. chorizo.

"What about some chorizo, Héctor? We could share." You held the menu out to him, poking where it was listed.

He leaned over the table and pecked you on the forehead, taking the menu from you. Suddenly, you were the same shade of red as a crisp, ripe apple. 

"Y/N?"

That wasn't Héctor talking. You looked over. Imelda.

 Héctor waved her over with a happy yell of "Imelda!" 

She walked over warily. Imelda was staring at you with a look of murder. She could afford to eat here regularly, worse yet, she did go there regularly, and you hadn't told her about Héctor asking you out for dinner that day. She stared him up and down.

"I see you've finally taken care of your hair,Héctor." She commented.

He nodded. "I've heard it looks less than guapo when I don't."

Imelda had obviously taken note of the cherry-tint your face now had. She was suspicious, and rightfully so, given what she had already seen of you. With your luck she had probably walked in at the very secondHéctor kissed you.

"I'll let you two romantics to yourselves."

Oh, lord. You were so, so very screwed. Not thatHéctor could or would know why.

"Did you hear that?~" He teased, a flirty undertone in his voice. "Us, romantics! It isn't just your parents who think we look like a couple, eh?"

You nodded slowly. Yeah, you did look like a couple, and Imelda knew that maybe the two of you would be. You forced a laugh.

"Whatever, you burro. They only say that because you make me look cuter  than I am, and because everyone wants the shorty and the giant to be together."

 Héctor  made a face like you'd insulted him, making it obvious he was just being dramatic. "Never! I don't make you look cuter than you are, you're just beautiful."

"So are you!"

"I never tried to deny it, and, the food's here!"

There came the waiter with a plate of two chorizos. You thanked the waiter and began eating, only to pause when you saw Héctor looking like he was dying, pointing at his throat quickly and thumping his chest.

"Are you okay..?"

Suddenly he began coughing, gasping loudly as he downed some large sips of water. 

"I uh.. choked.. on the chorizo.."

You had to try very, very hard to stop from laughing, but still failed terribly.

"I didn't know you were into that kinda thing,Héctor!"

He punched you lightly, but he was smiling and laughing too.

"Cállate!"

Héctor You were able to finish the meal without choking, though you were sure Héctor would never be able to live this moment down, at the very least, you would never let him forget it.

The meal was lovely. Héctor paid for it, and had you home by ten. Mama was all over you, asking how was it, how was he, the meal, where did he take you, how were his manners, followed by the onslaught of comments about how perfect you ángeles were for each other.

You slept well. Imelda.. Maybe not.