I smiled. - Hello, Alice. Did you have fun at your slumber party?
She entered my office. - Yes. She frowned at me. - Do you live here?
- This is my house.
- No, here. In this room. You're always here. She looked around. - Where do you sleep?
I laughed, enchanted by Lola's daughter's mind. She was quite astute.
- Sometimes it seems that way, darling. I confessed with a tired smile. - But no, actually, I don't live here.
Curiosity shone in her eyes as she observed the piles of papers and books cluttering my workspace. - Can I sit with you? Her gaze fixed on the empty chair in front of my desk.
- Of course.
- Can I work too? He settled into the chair.
- Of course. What do you need to work?
He shrugged. - I can help you.
My heart tightened in my chest, surprising me. My emotions too
