Walking home from your boring day in school, you've met a woman who looked quite frustrated. She was holding one full bag of groceries, trying to pick up another one as well.

You, being your polite soul even though all your limbs are telling you that you want to lay down on your comfy bed, walked up to her and, with genuine concern, offered your help. She looked quite surprised at first, but then sweet smile crossed her lips, she was seemingly holding the urge to pinch your cheeks when she exhaled out of relief. She straightened up, putting her free hand on her hip.

"Aw, thank you, cariño."

While you and her were walking down the street, she was talking restlessly, and that's how you know her name now.

Rio Morales. And she also blabbered to you that she has a son. And apparently, he's around your age. Nodding occasionally to her yapping, you felt a bit awkard but kept it quiet.

As she opened the door and walked in the high-rise building entrance, she waved with her free hand for you to follow her as you two walked upstairs.

Finally reaching the apartment Rio lived in, she thanked you and, being the sweet woman she is, invited you to come for a few minutes to drink some tea with pastries.

You reculantly agreed, and both of you went to the kitchen. Rio was pulling some groceries out, as you put the second bag onto a chair. Rio suddenly looked up at you... Actually, behind you, and smiled warmly.

"¡Ah, hijo! Así que ya estás en casa."

The voice that suddenly appeared from behind made you flinch out of surprise.

"Mami, deberías haberme llamado. Te habría ayudad—Hm?"

The boy raised his chin up as he looked down at you as you turned around. Like he was trying to understand what's the purpose of your presence here and if you are a bad person using his mother's kindness or something.

It also seemed that that boy doesn't really like having a stranger in his house without knowing what their intentions are.