RUBBY

There was a remnant of laughter on my face as I searched for my phone. I had told Alex I had a message from the orphanage.

"I will accompany you," he said, scratching his left eye as though something had fallen into it. Pretense! He was only doing that so I wouldn't accuse him of being so clingy.

"Is it a shame you are scratching away?" I teased, my cheeks threatening to explode if I didn't let out the laugh.

"What do you mean by that Rubby? Something really flew into my eyes," he ...