“Don’t you have work to do?” I asked Javier.
He lazily flipped through the book in his hand, took a slow sip of coffee, and then set the cup back on the table.
“No,” he replied curtly.
I frowned, slightly taken aback by his short answer.
“What? Why?” I pressed, standing from the sofa and walking toward him. I took the vacant seat across from where he sat. “You should go to work, Javier. How many days have you been here now? Two?” I reminded him.
He turned another page of the magazine, deliberately ignoring me, as if I hadn’t spoken at all.
“Vier!” I hissed, my voice a sharp whisper meant to get his attention.
He finally dropped the magazine onto the table and looked at me. I gave him a look full of frustration.
“Go back to work already! It’s not wise to stay here, idling the whole
