Chapter 1: Where's the fire?

You're so ambitious for a juvenile

But then if you're so smart tell me,

Why are you still so afraid?

Vienna - Billy Joel

Summary: Following my diplomatic dreams seemed like the most ambitious path, but what happens when I start to doubt what I truly want and a certain pair of green eyes get in the mix.


Feeling the wind in my hair as I drive to work has always made my day start the right way. Very few things could ruin a good morning drive. A good song and no red lights are the perfect combination.

As I get to my office, it takes more than two tries for me to park between the lines. Ever since I first learned to drive, parking correctly has seemed important, what others may think of my lack of ability has been a big deal to me.

I take a deep breath before checking myself in the mirror. My hair is a bit messy because of the wind but I don't mind, making sure there are no lipstick stains on my teeth. I smile at my own reflection.

I got this.

This is my first day at my new job, and it feels like a pretty big deal. I've dreamt about this moment since I was a child. As a little girl, while visiting my father's family back in Mexico I was fortunate to meet important people in politics, and the biggest impression I ever got was when I met "Tony" Garza Jr. who was the United States Ambassador to Mexico when I was only seven. From that moment on, wanting to work at an Embassy had been my goal.

The brownstone building in Pennsylvania Avenue was as striking as you could think, and as I went in I was met by another lost looking woman who seemed to be there for her first day as well. As I approached her, I felt slightly self conscious for the first time in the day.

"Ah, ¬°Bienvenidas! You're already here" a man slightly older than me said as he walked through the front door. "My name is Mike, but around here people call me Miguel, I'll be your supervisor. It is nice to know that my two new interns know how to be on time" he laughed.

"Un gusto conocerte" I said, even though Spanish was not my first language I had spent enough time with my father to speak it fluently, after all it was the reason that I got the position in the first place. "Angela Weber, thank you for the opportunity" the other girl finally spoke.

"Come, I'll show you your desks" Mike said while we followed him to the elevator. I turned around slightly to Angela and introduced myself, "Isa Swan, nice to meet you". She nodded and smiled kindly.

"Your first day is going to be a busy one" my new supervisor mentioned as the elevator door closed. "Today Senator Whitlock from Texas is coming to talk with the Ambassador, they're signing a proposition to create a better bond with American and Mexican entrepreneurs, so we're having a small cocktail after the press statement. Please attend so you see how you can help with the organizers" Both of us nodded.

As we got out and were led to our desk, I started to doubt if wearing such uncomfortable heels to look professional was the best decision, who cared about that anyway? I could do my job perfectly in flats as well.

"Here you are, you'll be sharing this office for the next three months of your internship so I hope you get along, on your desks there already are your new laptops with your login information and IT will be here shortly to help you, I'll be back" as he exit the tiny office, you could see my nervous eyes reflected in Angela.

Today was going to be fun.

A/N: I have never written a story before but I keep itching to write, I thank all of you who will take the time of their day to read and I'd love to have your feedback.

English is not my first language, so please be patient with any mistake I may make. This is a story of self discovery, with a little bit of angst but also romance.


Bienvenidas - Welcome

Un gusto conocerte - Nice to meet you.