Memories

|44| • An Island with Flirty Men •

Brian looked at me with a smile and shrugged. "I don't know... you pick something, my dear," he said softly wrapping his arm around my waist. It seemed a little like he was still slightly embarrassed about how he had acted just minutes before.

"Well, what should I pick? I think I need to have another look around. I could make pancakes for us tomorrow morning?" I suggested and looked at Brian.

"Are you expecting me to say I have a problem with that?" He asked. "I love your food."

I smiled at him and pecked his cheek. "Alright, wonderful. What do you want to have with them?"

"Whatever you make will be fine," he told me, but I shook my head.

"No, no, I cook, you have to make the decisions."

Before Brian could say something, another voice joined the conversation. "Perdón, señorita, eh, possibily I can give something to you that you can enjoy?"

It was Federico again. I turned to look at him and raised my eyebrows a little. But Brian was a little faster than me. "You are not going to give her anything," he said, glaring at Federico. "I am the only one who gets to give her something that she can enjoy."

"Brian," I gasped and nudged his side. "Seriously? C'mon, I doubt that he had that in mind."

"You can't know that, Henrie," he told me, pulling me a little closer.

"I am quite certain. And even if, I could talk for myself, you know?" I looked up at him and stepped a bit away from him. Hopefully he would just take a deep breath and relax. He was acting a little ridiculous, because he was being so overly jealous for no reason at all. It made me a little upset that he seemed to think I'd just run off and have fun with Federico as if my relationship with Brian meant nothing.

Brian clenched his jaw and looked at me. "Fine."

I sighed and shook my head a little before I looked at Federico. "You have something you can recommend?"

Federico's smile widened and he nodded. "Sí, follow me, señorita, por aquí," he told me, gesturing for me to follow him to the opposite side of the room.

I did as he told me, but Brian stayed where he was, keeping his eyes on me. He clearly wasn't happy, but I thought he was overreacting quite a lot. I could take care of myself, especially because we were in the same room. And I was curious what Federico thought we should try.

"This, señorita," he said and handed me a glass from one of the shelves, a charming smile on his face. "Mermelada de naranja."

I raised my eyebrows and looked at him before I looked at the glass he gave me. "Orange... orange marmalade?"

"Sí, señorita," he confirmed with a nod. "Home marmalade."

Furrowing my eyebrows, I tried to read what was on the label. I wasn't entirely sure what he was trying to tell me with that.

He seemed to notice that. "Mí mamá .. produce the marmalade," he tried to explain himself as good as he could.

"Oh." I smiled at him and nodded. "Your mum makes this, wow. Alright, Brian, what do you think? Orange marmalade with pancakes?"

"Sure," he grumbled before he turned back to the shelves he had been looking at.

I rolled my eyes a little and shook my head. "Okay, thank you, Federico." I smiled at him before I kept looking around for more things we could need. Basic necessities mostly, after all the house had no food in it or anything. It was a good thing Brian had reminded me to bring a couple of cloth bags because what we were buying was slowly piling up to be quite a lot. And Brian was still being grumpy, I tried to pretend that that wasn't the case.