The tamales at this establishment were to die for. They weren’t on the menu, but I was craving tamales, so the partner asked. I am so thankful he did. They were the best I’ve had since Mexico. But, this picture does not feel like those tamales made me feel.
I look at this image and see a man and a woman across from each other in a booth. They’re sitting in that booth with opposite legs crossed and each with a hand on a margarita.
They are both conniving and determined to accomplish their agendas. Yet they play poker with their eyes as they rub their ankles together with seduction. Both unwilling to display any sign of need or want.