As Ana was sitting there sipping her margarita, it was as if she was in some sort of paradise. She just simply closed her eyes and thought about herself laying on a beach, sipping on cocktails and just enjoying her sights. When she opened up her eyes, it was all different. She was still attached to the ankle to this guy, but at least the drink was good.
"Oh, well, I'll just wait for her then. I'm really not THE best cook, and I don't think I can make a hamburger as good as hers anyway." She started to laugh. "Plus, all that food that I had earlier, I'm still pretty stuffed." She had said.