Vasquez's eyes narrow as he looks at the lunch box. The scent of the warm food hits his nostrils, encouraging his appetite to eat them. However, a wave of guilt keeps him bothered.
Being defeated by his subconsciousness, he dials the number of the principal where she will study. Before that, not to miss the chance to taste her food, he picks the meatball.
" Mr. Vasquez! It's a great surprise for me to -"
" Did Leona Belle reach at school?" He questioned in a cold voice not quite interested in some sweet talking.
But his eyes wide open, goes on the food, staring at it profoundly. He didn't expect that the food would be perfect and suit his taste.
" She..." Although the silence is speaking out of his hesitation, he tries to hide... " Yes. She came. And -"
" Don't lie. Check if she
