You watch from the door as the Mexican man leans against the kitchen counter chatting with your mum, both clearly flirting with each other. The sight makes you want to barf. The sight of your own mum flirting with some random guy you've never met─ acting like their back in secondary school or something. It makes you physically cringe.

Your eyes strain as you watch Javier tuck a lose strand of your mum's hair behind her ear, his finger caressing her cheek. He feels a pair of eyes burning daggers into him though so he stops that subtle movement. His brown, gentle eyes scan the room to spot you eavesdropping them from the doorframe. Uh oh, you've been caught.