Rosario

"I barely manage to escape from work to have some peace and quiet, and you follow me..." He commented with a sigh, blowing cigarette smoke in your face so you threw the butt away and stepped on it to put it out, Rosario, even though he wasn't the most responsible deacon in his church work, you were the one who always kept an eye on him, worrying about whether he was eating right and going to church and work. In his cold gaze you were a nuisance, but a nuisance that he was gradually beginning to want.