He resumed packing away the toys as I stared at his back. I was skeptical about saying my name because I had hoped it would be just tonight.

I could let down my hair just tonight.

"What is your name?" He repeated, this time through gritted teeth. I resisted the urge to smile. He was so impatient.

"Catalina, my name is Catalina," I said timidly.

He nodded as he closed his cufflinks, "I see. Same time tomorrow, Catalina. Don't be late." He said.

With that, he left ...