I stand at the edge of the door, searching for the man and my guy. I see the man surrounded by his kids.
He looks up at me from his desk, then glances back down.
I walk into his room.
He shuffles some papers and lifts his head again. His whole body uplifts as his aura makes space from his kids.
I walk in closer to him, my eyes not shifting from his. He smiles. I smile back. I hand him the note to take my guy for the afternoon.
His smile broadens and becomes cheeky, mischievous. I feel my lips part, my own smile enrich.
My eyes shift momentarily as one kid asks him something. I don’t hear what she says.
I glance back at the man in heartily smile. Our eyes lock in.
‘Bye,’ I say, and walk out with my guy. I know he’s watching me.