Cala kept glancing my direction, her small mouth a straight line. We said nothing, seldom did we talk on the bus. This would not be the place.

To say I was not hopeful the next day, I was. But this pang of guilt now overtaking me. My desire and libido was yet off the charts. I had never felt like this, like a teenager. I wanted to ask her to remember her sunglasses, what it all may mean. But again, Cala left without her glasses, were they in the bag? Put them on.

But I would not ask such a thing. I could not breathe, felt depressed. My whole life...