Pedro caught on to my vibe that very night. He kept tapping on my bedroom window, calling my name over and over, like he was ready to break the glass if I didn’t answer.
Dragging myself off the bed, I walked lazily to the window and pulled back the curtain. “Are you out of your mind?!” I snapped.
For a moment, I saw a flash of relief on his face. “Let me in, quick!” Without waiting for my response, Pedro was already rolling up his pant legs, ready to climb.
I opened the window, and he wasted no time hauling himself through, barefoot and all. “Ever heard of something called a door?”
“Yeah, I know!” he said.
“Hope you didn’t forget how to use it.” I walked back to my bed, giving him my most unimpressed look.
“That’s not it,” he muttered. “I know what’s going on with you.”
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