"Interesting? I'm an American born half Scottish half Spanish criminal with several addictions, a criminal record, a weakness for good women and an identity crisis. The thing that makes me laugh? I<em>never</em>get homesick... do you know why? 'cause I dunnae have a home..." He smiled bitterly "Sorry... I just wanted to get that out of my system. Ah, we're here." He got out and led her in, holding the door for her. He went up to the man who sorted seating. "Hola, Rico, Cómo han sido? Tabla por dos, por favor. Erm... Una cerveza y un vaso de cola, más dos de las habituales. Muchas gracias." The man named Rico led them to a nice table in a cozy part of the restaurant.<br/><br/>"Otra muesca en su cinturón de seguridad, señor?" Asked Rico with a smile<br/><br/>"No, Rico... sólo ayudando a un amigo. No es que sería un mal resultado..." Said Xander with a laugh "Que serán todos, gracias."<br/><br/>"Su comida será pronto, Alejandro." Said Rico as he departed.<br/><br/>"Sorry about that... I dunnae get tae speak Spanish so much anymore. I ordered a cola for you, since you're not a drinker... and my usual Tapas platter for both of us. I can change the order if you prefer..." He said, looking truly relaxed for once.