“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 I were passing the Sahara.  I can't believe I'm thinking about Mr. Hamann, I shouldn't do it, I have a boyfriend. I close my eyes tightly, what the hell am I getting into? Is it normal that I think a lot about what will happen on Saturday? God! I feel really bad about what I will do to Ian, I am a daughter of my reverend mother. 

My friend focuses on