shop all the students went to near campus. The funny thing about it was his presence never bothered me. I knew he was there because Will never wanted me out of his sight, but he also knew I would be furious if I ever saw Will, himself, following me around; Christopher was a different story. He knew I hated being followed, so he always made sure to stay ‘in the shadows’ . But today, I decided to break my ‘No, I didn’t even notice you ‘façade ’, and walked over to say hello.
I went over to his parked car and gently knocked on the passenger window.
“Good morning, Louise,” Christopher said, getting out of the car. “What did I do to make you notice I was here?”
I laughed. “Seriously? Do you really believe this is the first time I noticed your car here?”
He smiled. “But you never said you saw me.”
“I didn’t want you to think I didn't want you around, and ruin your plan to protect me.”
“And I kept pretending that I didn’t know you knew I was spying on you.”
I giggled. “It is so like Mr. Blair to have you watching over me, especially since I won’t allow him to do it.”
“Will doesn’t know I’m here.”
“Oh. . . He doesn't, so you've gone rogue then?”
“He told me to give you some space, but I refused to follow his order. So, yes, I suppose I went ‘rogue’ .”
I sighed. “Is it because of my father? Do you think he will try to hurt me?”
“I trust my instincts, Louise, and they tell me that when it comes to your father, anything is possible. So I’d better get back to my paper and my coffee, if you don’t mind. Oh, and don’t tell my boss you saw me here.”
“I won’t.”
He smiled again and I turned around to head to class, but then I decided I couldn’t leave before I asked him something.
“Christopher?” I called.
“Yes?”
“Is he all right?” I always asked him if Will was doing okay, but with everything that had happened on Sunday morning, the question seemed a little more sincere than usual.
“A little distracted, I would say. Do you know the reason behind that dreamy expression he has been wearing the last twenty-four hours?”
I giggled. “Honestly, I have no idea.”
“Oh. . . and here I thought it was because you two met up yesterday. I must have been mistaken.”
Of course, he knew we saw each other, he knew everything when it came to Will and me.
“Can’t say for sure, I haven’t talked to Will since yesterday morning.”
Christopher didn’t comment on that, but I was sure the man knew every single thought crossing my mind at the moment. He was a very perceptive person by nature.
***
The moment I walked into my classroom, I saw an envelope lying on my desk.
“Does anyone know what that is, or where it came from?” I asked my little students. Balero was also known for dancing classes for kids.
Evangeline, a five-year-old girl with big blue eyes came over to me and said, “I don't know what it is but it was left by a stranger .”
“A stranger?” I asked, surprised. For a moment, I thought it must have been Will, attempting to remind me that he is still alive, and still waiting for me.
Then I was corrected.
“Some lady came a few minutes ago and left it for you,” Roberto, another one of my students said. He was half-Spanish, and I always enjoyed talking to him, his accent was really cute.
“Some lady?” I repeated his words, even more surprised. “Did any of you recognize her?”
“I did,” Pauline said, running up to me. She was one of my favorite little dancers, very talented and hardworking, despite her young age. “She keeps coming to find you, but I don't know why. And she scares me. She looks like a witch from that fairytale my dad and I were watching last night.”
“Oh, really? Well, I’m sure whoever she is, she is not as bad as that witch. Did she ever say what she wanted from me?”
“No, she only once asked if this is your class. And today she brung that envelope for you.”
I went over to his parked car and gently knocked on the passenger window.
“Good morning, Louise,” Christopher said, getting out of the car. “What did I do to make you notice I was here?”
I laughed. “Seriously? Do you really believe this is the first time I noticed your car here?”
He smiled. “But you never said you saw me.”
“I didn’t want you to think I didn't want you around, and ruin your plan to protect me.”
“And I kept pretending that I didn’t know you knew I was spying on you.”
I giggled. “It is so like Mr. Blair to have you watching over me, especially since I won’t allow him to do it.”
“Will doesn’t know I’m here.”
“Oh. . . He doesn't, so you've gone rogue then?”
“He told me to give you some space, but I refused to follow his order. So, yes, I suppose I went ‘rogue’ .”
I sighed. “Is it because of my father? Do you think he will try to hurt me?”
“I trust my instincts, Louise, and they tell me that when it comes to your father, anything is possible. So I’d better get back to my paper and my coffee, if you don’t mind. Oh, and don’t tell my boss you saw me here.”
“I won’t.”
He smiled again and I turned around to head to class, but then I decided I couldn’t leave before I asked him something.
“Christopher?” I called.
“Yes?”
“Is he all right?” I always asked him if Will was doing okay, but with everything that had happened on Sunday morning, the question seemed a little more sincere than usual.
“A little distracted, I would say. Do you know the reason behind that dreamy expression he has been wearing the last twenty-four hours?”
I giggled. “Honestly, I have no idea.”
“Oh. . . and here I thought it was because you two met up yesterday. I must have been mistaken.”
Of course, he knew we saw each other, he knew everything when it came to Will and me.
“Can’t say for sure, I haven’t talked to Will since yesterday morning.”
Christopher didn’t comment on that, but I was sure the man knew every single thought crossing my mind at the moment. He was a very perceptive person by nature.
***
The moment I walked into my classroom, I saw an envelope lying on my desk.
“Does anyone know what that is, or where it came from?” I asked my little students. Balero was also known for dancing classes for kids.
Evangeline, a five-year-old girl with big blue eyes came over to me and said, “I don't know what it is but it was left by a stranger .”
“A stranger?” I asked, surprised. For a moment, I thought it must have been Will, attempting to remind me that he is still alive, and still waiting for me.
Then I was corrected.
“Some lady came a few minutes ago and left it for you,” Roberto, another one of my students said. He was half-Spanish, and I always enjoyed talking to him, his accent was really cute.
“Some lady?” I repeated his words, even more surprised. “Did any of you recognize her?”
“I did,” Pauline said, running up to me. She was one of my favorite little dancers, very talented and hardworking, despite her young age. “She keeps coming to find you, but I don't know why. And she scares me. She looks like a witch from that fairytale my dad and I were watching last night.”
“Oh, really? Well, I’m sure whoever she is, she is not as bad as that witch. Did she ever say what she wanted from me?”
“No, she only once asked if this is your class. And today she brung that envelope for you.”
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