After the show, Lisa was still worrying about Mario and his lack of attention to her. She had glanced several times in his direction during the performance, but he had avoided all eye contact. At one point, she had even attempted to walk over to him, but he had seen her coming and had headed off in the opposite direction. She sat down on the bed, deep in thought, wringing her hands together.
The girls recognised her behaviour as her way of releasing stress. Melissa looked at her with concern. "Don’t worry about him so much, Lisa. He’ll come around, they always do.”
Sarah nodded. "Listen to Melissa, Lisa. It’s true."
Wendy looked at the three of them and snorted. "These Latin American men are all the same. It only takes one wrong look or one wrong move and BANG! You’re in their bad books
