I looked up at the orange sky. I still slightly closed my eyes because of the strong sunlight hitting my face. Even though the sun doesn't hit me, every time I look up at the sky I get dazzled.

A strong wind made the whisi come back. I adjusted my sitting position and pushed back another strand of hair that was touching my cheek.

"You haven't finished fixing that yet. I thought you're already done," he promised with a smile.

Cyrus put down the plate he was carrying with rice and a cup of menudo rain. He also put down a lemonade and water.

I pouted "It's okay," I said....