The feeling I have in my chest is strange. For no reason I'm excited and uncomfortable. I think it's because of the blue”eyed boy, although I hope it isn't. I don't know him well enough and we've only talked a few times, but I don't understand why my heart is having this kind of emotion.

This with other people had never happened to me. Well, as far as I remember, I don't think with anyone. I'm a doctor and I'm going to have to talk to a colleague to get a checkup. I cannot go through life feeling throbbing for practically unknown people.

We arrived at the cafeteria a few minutes later and thousands of attempts to make them believe that my curiosity about the boy was genuine and without ulterior motives. But I will admit that I am with some very nice children. Yes, children because that's what these men look like. The only thing they have done since they arrived is talk and joke about series and cartoons.

"We'll go get the food," Dylan informs me. "Go first, we will find you."

"Hospita