The cashier continued scanning our items one after another while I adjusted the sleeve of my oversized sweater absentmindedly. Beside me, Mr. Montoya stood with the relaxed posture of someone completely at ease. But after days around him, I knew better. His attention drifted constantly around the mall without looking obvious about it.
“Are you sure you picked everything?” he asked calmly.
I opened my mouth to answer automatically before suddenly freezing. Not really.
“What?” Mr. Montoya asked immediately, catching the shift in my expression.
“I just remembered something,” I admitted.
I hadn't exactly forgotten, I just didn't want him to be present while I picked it. His eyes narrowed slightly with suspicion.
“What exactly did you forget?,” he asked and I hesitated. Mr. Montoya sigh
