I straightened on my seat and crossed my arms over my chest as I caught Sandro about to approach me. The warning glare I threw at him was enough to keep him still. But I could see the disappointment behind his vacant expression. My chair was facing him but my eyes were everywhere but him and the shop. I just couldn’t help but glance at Sandro when I felt like he was about to approach me, and definitely remind me it was time to go home. He hadn’t received a phone call so I assumed my parents weren’t home yet. And it’s only been half an hour. Perhaps, it was because of the mosquitoes biting on my skin. Patting my arms and legs every now and then wasn’t enough to drive them away. They also flew hastily before I could arm any of them. I don’t remember ever being exposed to these many mosquitoe
