ZAIJIAN HEWSON
The applause died down soon after.
Before I could even approach Acir, we were called for lunch. Everyone was already walking towards the exit, and heading to the cafeteria. I saw Melissa with a caregiver, helping her towards the door, but she was pointing at me. Immediately realizing what she meant, I strode towards their direction.
“I can take it from here, Patrick.” I told the staff, holding the wheelchair after he stepped aside. “Thank you.”
“You’re good, have a great lunch!” he said to both of us, and we told him the same thing.
The walk to the cafeteria took about seven minutes since it was on the lower floor. Melissa and I had to take an elevator first. I’d lost track of Acir, but the moment we entered the cafeteria, my eyes were automatically searching for her.
