“Are you okay?” Clara asked, “you are sweating?” Being aware of how warm I am, I nod. For this part, I hate workshop days; with this heat everything is unbearable.  My friend smiles, "you're blushing, very ...very blushing, it won't be Black who makes you like that. No? Look, I don't want to lose this competition, I want to keep watching him and tell him by all the nicknames that come to mind to get paid for today,” she winks at me, amused I shake my head.

“You relax your ass because what I have is heat,” I take my bottle of water in hand and drink it as if...