The bus left. The street was empty except for Sofia and me. She was smiling. Her thick lips were a little open, so I could see a few of her teeth. Her hands were holding a notebook behind her. She was softly swinging from side to side.
"Hi. How are you, Jay?"
"Fine. But it's hot, right?"
"Yeah. I mean, I feel like I'm roasted already."
"Were you waiting here for a while?"
"What do you mean "why", silly? Let's go." She said this while laughing at a joke I didn't understand, but her cheeks got rounder and she got cuter, so I didn't care.
We went down the Avenue, talking of random stuff I can't even remember now, but there was this uneasiness that never left me back then. Why was I so undesirable?