Van looked at me for while and smiled. A teasing smile to be particular. He might have seen in my face how I was nervous about such topic. Who knows? Maybe he also sensed that I am hiding something from my parents. With Van Hunters around, I am trying to expect things way above than normal.
“Montreal High, Mrs. Bartolome,” he answered politely.
As expected my mom was surprise to learn were actually schoolmates. And he just lives at the same town as us. Even my dad couldn’t hide his gasping. What a small world, right?
Sure enough!
“Then, that means you were schoolmates with our daughter?” mom bluntly asked.
“Yes, mom…” I took the chance to answer first. “Though we were really not that close,” I added.
I felt Van chuckled. Ugh! Don’t tell me he’s going to tell somethi
