The third point of view :
Some people seem to have nothing doing, Pedro figured out. It was as if everywhere he looked, he could find Olivia. Was she stalking him? That sounded scary to the ears. This is why he returned to the kitchen to have his meal there amid his mother's warning, just so he could tell her off. This was beginning to drive him crazy.
"Hi, good morning," She passed him by, then made a double back and came to sit with him on his table.
"Hi," Pedro wasn't as enthusiastic as she was.
"You look like you didn't get a good rest last night?" she asked with concern in her gaze.
"Can you blame me?" he shrugged, "I'm in unfamiliar territory with hundreds of gang members that could kill me without effort and a girl so obsessed with me she literally stalks me," He complained, hitting the point straight.
Olivia chuckled, "Is that why you look so stressed?"
"I have never heard of stalking being funny,"
