TIFFANY'S POV

She got home later in the day, and met Shawn watching television.

“Good evening.” She greeted.

He gave her a curt nod without turning to look at her.

“Umm…Did you come for my spelling bee competition?” She asked.

“No, I didn't.” He replied, still not looking away from the television.

“I thought I saw you. One minute you were there, sitted in the crowd and the next minute I couldn't find you.” Tiffany said.

“When was the last time you treated malaria?” Shawn asked, finally turning to look at her.

“I don't know. Few months back. I rarely fall sick.” Tiffany replied, confused at his question.

“Well, you...