The sight of Diego holding a cigar in one hand while his other hand rests on the handle of the bench, his black suit being highlighted by the moonlight while his eyes are looking upwards into the sight of the starry night.
My face turned extremely red as my train of thoughts kept heading in the direction I never expected.
Out of embarrassment of my little sister looking at me, I changed my position from lying down on the sofa to a sitting position, I dragged the small pillow on the sofa and used it to cover my face.
Alisha then started laughing and teasing me that my face had turned pink-red. That I can't hide the fact that there is a part of me that views Diego in a romantic fashion.
That night I rushed to my room feeling embarrassed of the sudden realization that hit me, that there is a chance that I could fall in love with Diego—even though I never thought of him as a romantic interest.
