You walked with an extra pep in your step, closing in on Valeria’s office. She told you to come see her whenever you were free, but you were always free for her.

“Close the door,” Valeria called from her chair, not looking up from her phone as you walked in, shutting the door as she had ordered. Finally, her eyes lifted, inky gaze glaring into you. “Entonces, ¿por qué me sigues como un cachorro callejero?” She asked bluntly, black brows furrowing tightly. "You're starting to creep me out."