Edmond Santos
I sigh. I can t believe I even stalk her in her house. I followed her secretly. Someone suddenly runs in her arms after a middle aged woman opens the gate. It was a little boy.
"Is that the kid?"-I mumbled to myself. From this direction I can clearly see his face. I feel like I am facing my three year old version. And this feeling…
It took me a couple of days to face her again after I saw that kid. She is surprised to see me waiting outside the restaurant.
"Mr. Santos…what are you doing here?"
"Let s talk, Ms. Cleo."-I said. I open the car door and she enters. She is surprised when we stop on my house. The backdoor of the bar is the entrance of my house. I serve some coffee.
"Tell me now, I have to go home early. Is this about the internship progress of Amellie? Well, she s doing great. Her cooking skills fits in her grading remarks in every semester."-she said.
"You have a smudge of cake in your lower lip."