{ARMANDO}
Knowing Carlos, he was busy planning to send me another voicemail and I am sure it would be on the line of, "I love you, please call me." How he turned to be this lovey-dovey person is something I must know soon.
Arthur is staring at me, any more minutes and he will drill a hole into my body just using his eyes. I don't want holes.
"Arthur, that was me breaking down. Let us not talk about it. Yeah?" I ask Arthur.
He moves his mouth around in a very weird way, I point at him, "please, stop doing that."
He nods and picks up a pair of trousers from the floor. We stay silent for around five minutes, I smile and lean on the chair.
Finally, can hear my thoughts and come up with something good.
Maybe I should ask my mother if I can work with her?
Mmh. Not a bad idea.
