It’s Monday. Your seat is taken by one of the girls who scowl at you and shift away. Oh well…
You take a seat at a center table. You set up your name tag.
Isadore. Soy de Santa Domingo.
You glance at the board and take out what you need. Fiddle with a pencil. Look for-
Excitedly you shift your things over to your side of the table and offer him a soft smile.
He looks right past you and makes for a seat on the outer tables, chatting away with a boy, grinning and laughing.
He doesn’t look your way once.