The mariachI band played some foreign tune. It didnt matter what it was. All james cared about was her. The girl sitting at the table with him. She was hardly a girl now, a fully grown and graceful woman. He'd known her since their school days but hadnt had the courage to ask her to be his girl. Looking back on it now, he realized how easy it had been compared to what he was about to do. Her name was Tabitha and James had brought her here to her favorite little Mexican restaurant to propose. He didnt know why she liked it here, most woman would prefer some high end establishment. Maybe that was why he loved her so much, she was different from any person he'd ever met. 
