Mistaken identity

Jennifer exited the airport and started trying to call for a Lyft on her phone. Unfortunately she had made no international plans for her phone, so she found herself without any service or internet. She growled in frustration at her disastrous day.

What Jennifer didn't know was someone was looking at her. Miguel Alvarez was staring at her intently. It looked like his little sister but she was so much bigger than he expected! It had been a decade since his sister had gone to America, but could this really be her?

Jennifer, frustratedly smashing at her phone, was startled at a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see a tall, incredibly handsome Spanish man looking at her.

"¿Disculpe? ¿Eres mi bebita?" Miguel asked, using the affectionate term they'd used for his little sister.

Jennifer didn't understand anything this man was saying, but she sure liked listening to him talk! And bebita sounded like babe or something. He must be hitting on her!

"Si! Es... mi!" She said, smiling broadly.

Miguel breathed a sigh of relief. He gestured to his car, a convertible parked nearby.

"Ven conmigo, te llevaré a casa" He said.

Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief. This trip had been off to a shaky start, but now she was getting a ride from the airport with a total stud! She followed him to his car excitedly...