Miguel always sits with them during lunch. He doesn’t know why. Neither do they to be completely honest. But they loved his company. He knew that.

The truth remained that it wasn’t only them that enjoyed his company. It was Miguel himself that started to enjoy theirs, maybe a little too much.

So now they sat, side-by-side, chatting and laughing about anything they could think of.

“Okay, wait, what did he say to you?” His tone was playful, but it held just a hint of concern.