"What is it? What's in your mind?" Junior asked, his voice soft but eager, his eyes searching hers for an answer.
Helen hesitated, her heart pounding as she looked down at their intertwined hands. She could feel the weight of the moment pressing on her chest, the air between them thick with unspoken desire. "I was thinking… if we can go on a date tomorrow," she finally said, her tone hopeful yet tentative. "Just the two of us. Me and you, Albert."
Junior stared at her for a moment, his expression softening as he absorbed her words. Then, without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently, his lips lingering against her skin. "I'm sorry, Helen," he murmured, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. "I need to go to the orphanage tomorrow. There's something fishy going on there. I wish I could tell you what it is, but you've got to believe me."
