Rafael walked back into the waiting room where Maribel and Luis were sitting. Maribel looked up, surprised. "That was quick. What, ten minutes? Did you quit?"
Rafael pursed his lips and tilted his head to the side giving her a look that said, ha, ha, very funny. Closing the door behind him, Rafael looked at Luis. "You can have someone take care of the dead body, I hope."
Maribel gasped. "You didn't!"
Rafael was already shaking his head, smiling. "Of course not. We engaged only in a battle of wits. I barely escaped with a severely wounded pride."
Maribel laughed, "I think your sense of humor was broken, too." Her face grew serious, "So you'll come back again?"
He looked into her eyes, he did see fear there, but not because she was afraid of him. She was afraid for him, afraid he would remain lost. "I will. …and thank you for this."
