“What do you think, André?" Sandra asked attentively. Her daughter had left the living room ten minutes ago, silencing the room affectively. Jason had followed suit, taking the couple to the pool for a late-night swim. The January night was humid and warm, and they all felt sweaty after the long, sweltering day.
Sandra told them she would join them later, after noticing that André was deep in his own thoughts. She couldn't leave him like that, so stuck around to pour a drink for them both, hoping he would snap out of whatever was bugging him and soon.
He looked at her quizzically, his smile rueful. Not something you would associate with the normally arrogant man. André, three years older than Jason, had a killer smile that destroyed her resolve, melting her insides, always. He was a stre
