I looked at her questioningly as if I were asking her for a suggestion.
Myra glanced in our direction but didn’t say anything.
I was glad that she got the hint.
If Lucia was going to stay with me, she needed to find a way to understand my gestures and my expression without making me use my phone.
“He said an hour. So….. so you…. You still have some time. You…. You should walk a bit before changing clothes,” She advised timidly, keeping her eyes lowered, fidgeting with her fingers while speaking, as she had clasped her hands in front of her belly.
I sighed and slowly leaned forward in her direction.
I noticed that she was still not within my reach.
So, I knocked on the edge of the center table to make her look at me.
She flinched but slowly moved her gaze on me.
I took my phone and
