The poor guy must be losing his mind with worry especially after speaking to a strange man on her phone.
She had always avoided men.
Of course Alfonso would be terrified.
Sofía had to leave.
Gathering her courage, she decided she'd talk to Mr. Ruiz during dinner.
She showered quickly, slipped back into his oversized clothes, and limped toward the kitchen.
It was empty.
Unsure what to do, she quietly sat at the dining table.
Roaming freely around his house felt wrong.
This wasn't her home.
She needed to stay in her place.
After about fifteen or twenty minutes, the doorbell rang.
She hesitated then slowly stood and limped toward the lounge.
But she froze.
Fernando was coming down the stairs.
He wore a loose casual shirt and knee-length shorts.
To be honest, he looked more like a muscular twenty-four-year-old than a strict professor.
She didn't even know his age only that he was definitely older than her.
He walked past her, briefly glancing at her clothes.
