Enrique and I went out for lunch the next day, and on our way out, I noticed he was worried because he kept looking back as if there was someone behind us. So I said, “Is there anything wrong?”
He shook his head, yet his gesture conveyed the opposite message. He said, "I'm not sure, but I think I spotted someone familiar."
I looked around and narrowed my eyes at him, but no one followed us. I couldn't see anything because the road was deserted! “Should we return to see who it is?” I recommended it, but Enrique disagreed, claiming that it would be a waste of time and that we were hungry. “I suppose we should check on that person,” I reasoned, wishing to return. However, I was concerned as well, and our gut instincts don't always lie to us.
He smiled at me with a wrinkled nose. “Never min
