It was a weird question, but it wasn’t the first time that Candido had started a strange conversation with me.
I thought about it and answered, “People say he’s the most handsome guy at school, and he receives a lot of love letters in pink envelopes every day.”
Then I laughed. “Ohh Claire thinks his eyes are very charming.”
Candido clenched his fists at his sides as I frowned at the glass I had been offering to him for the past few moments. Why wasn’t he taking it back?
Candido took a deep breath. “You think his eyes are charming?”
“Not me. Claire.”
“I don’t care.” He said stiffly. “I’m asking what you think.”
Candido looked so serious. More serious than I had ever seen him. It wasn’t like him to fixate on something so trivial.
I usually told him all about my day, bu
