"Umm...Kafi...I don't know if I should be asking this, but what exactly is your relationship with Camila?"
The flower on my right, my mother, asked the question she had been wanting to ask for a while, seeing as to how familiarly I was talking to Camila and how lovey-dovey she was with me now.
My mother then looked at me, and then Camila, who had regained her cool, refreshing smile and said,
"I thought that she was simply the next door lady who you met one time...But seeing as to how she seems to already know about our relationship and how she's close enough to you that she doesn't even mind you giving her a kiss, I really don't think she's a simple neighbour anymore and something much more significant."
