I tried to discreetly throw a small pill through the open window, but my aim was off, and it hit the glass pane with a resonating bang.
"Seño," sighed Mafer as she turned around. She placed her hand on her c****d hip and furrowed her brow in a failed, yet adorable attempt to look intimidating.
"Emilia," I mumbled, scraping my fork on the edge of my half-full plate. "You need to call me Emilia."
I'd asked her to call me by my new name so that I would get used to it, and gain the habit of turning around whenever I heard someone call it out. If she couldn't remember it, how in Hell was I supposed to do so myself?
"Sorry, Emilia," she said, and gently scratched the back of my head. "At least take the antibiotics, please, and try to eat a bit of the steak."
"I've had steak for lunch and br
