Milena Bayard

- He is sure? I asked, confused.

- Yes, I'm sure.

- Poor Barbara. - said my father. – She told me that she suffered from this disease… I hope she gets well soon.

- These sexually transmitted diseases sometimes have no cure. Celine continued to seem to know about the matter.

- And what do you intend to do, Hector? As for Barbara and the other boy? – My father asked.

- I don't know.

- Well, since you finished your coffee, let's go to the office.

I got up, straightening my clothes which I had slightly wrinkled.

- When you come down, look for me, Hector. Need to talk to you. – Milena said.

- OK.

I followed my father to the elevator. When we walked in and he pressed the button, I felt a slight heat coursing through my body and I tried to focus on anything but her (whatever person was trying to populate my thoughts full-time) again.

I hadn't gone in there after that. And it seems that everything conspired for her to always be in my life, one way or another. How likely are you to be locked i