"Aquí tienes. Enviaré a alguien en breve." The hostess smiled as she walked off after showing Jordan and Sam to their table.
"Gracias senora"! Jordan waved as she took her seat beaming at Sam. "¡Viste eso! Acabo de tener una conversación completa con ella y ella no tiene idea de que soy una gringa".
"Yea my Spanish isn't that good. Way to fast there." Sam said making his way to a seat and getting frustrated by how much more effort he needed to move it.
"Hmmmm...." Jordan muttered with a look of concentration on her face. "How.. about now? English?"
"Yup. Agghh these fuckin things are gonna keep being a pain arn't they." He complained as he tried to pull in to the table farther but being stopped by his chest.
"Hehe. Yea ey sucks when the table es the wrong height, or maybe just ju are!" Jordan giggled as she picked up a menu.
"Whatever... these heels you made me wear don't really seem to make the issue any better." He muttered.
"Primera, they are wedges. Not heels. Muy diferente." Jordan instructed holding up one long manicured finger. "Heels would be much harder to walk in. Segunda. Es ju fault you're having problems walking in them. If ju had left the medallion against the clothes like I say... ju wouldn't have this issue right now."
"Yea I might have been able to walk in heels, but who knows what else it would have done to my mind. You can't even speak English properly anymore!" Sam shot back.
"Si! Is increíble! No teacher en de world could teach how to be this fluent en Spanish without years of work. Ahora. I no only sound like a native. I look like one too!" Jordan smiled motioning to her tanned body.
"Hola señoritas. Bienvenidos a Las palmas. ¿Puedo empezar con bebidas?" The waiter interrupted approaching their table with chips and salsa.
"Solo dos agua por ahora miho." Jordan responded seamlessly with a slight wave.
"I think it went a bit farther than just making you sound like Spanish is your native language. I'm concerned about the other traits you might have picked up from this woman..." Sam quietly commented as the waiter left them.
"Que... what u mean?" Jordan questioned.
"You really can't tell can you?" Sam said looking her in the eye. "Jordan. You're mannerisms are different as well. When you walk now you're gyrating your hips more than I've ever seen you before. You're basic resting pose while we were waiting was different than I've ever seen you take. And you definitely flirted with that woman while we were waiting to be seated. Hell even just now you're so much more expressive with your hands. "
"I. Did I really?" Jordan mused as a bit of concern started to creep into her mind as she tried to recall their trip here. "I mean it makes sense that I would pick up a few things from the dress. I mean I did hold it up there a long time, but not the whole time..."
"Yes you did. I just... I don't know. I don't want to ruin your fun, but be careful. We're playing with real magic right now that we don't fully understand... and now I'm starting to freak myself out now cause I am literally a different sex than I woke up as and half my size and only you know that and I have no idea what I'd do if we lost the medallion and now oh my god where's the medallion!" Sam continued as he started to spiral faster and faster.
"Sam, Sam!" Jordan interjected grabbing his hand. "Es fine. We're fine. Ju're fine. I put the medallion en de safe at the hotel along with our clothes to change back. We're totally safe. Even if the hotel burned down we'd be able to get back to normal."
"Yea... yea ok you're right." Sam nodded as he calmed down.
"Ja and ju're right to. I didn't even notice that I do anything different. So ju keep an eye on me, y I keep an eye on ju." Jordan said. "Now let's have some chips!"
"Deal!" Sam said grabbing a scoop of salsa before bumping himself and spilling a chunk of salsa onto his chest. "I fuckin hate these things......"