"Ernesto? What are you doing here?" Camila exclaimed, stepping back.
Ernesto's face practically fell. "What are you doing here?"
"This is my aunt's house."
Ernesto frowned. "What—"
"Do I know you?" Jose's voice cut in, sharp and immediate, as he emerged from behind Camila, placing a hand on the wall right behind her, subtly blocking her path.
His eyes locked on Ernesto. "What do you want?"
Ernesto's gaze darted from Jose to Camila. He didn't reply immediately, and Camila could see the gears turning in his head, as if he hadn't thought this through before ringing the bell.
Did he actually think Julie was single? A widow? Divorce even?
And why was he even here? Isn't he supposed to go find Alberto?
"Sorry, I think I got the wrong address," he said, turning, but before he could take
