Chapter 85

I bring my knees to my chest and continue watching him. There’s something funny about that man. I’m not talking about the costume, either, but you can see he doesn’t have the slightest desire to do what he’s doing.

Who knows who’s under the costume? And who knows what he was saying earlier…

Sure, I’m used to silence, and I usually understand when someone speaks to me. It’s when I don’t have a clear sight of their lips that I feel impaired. The more I look at Santa Claus, the more curious I am. Who knows, maybe even if he isn’t a particularly good fake Santa Claus, he said something nice.

Maybe he told me that everything will be fine…

I don’t know what comes over me, but after a moment, I’m behind him tapping on his shoulder. When he turns around, the surprise is clear in his eyes, and I can’t help but smile a little