“Are you still feeling bad?” he asks in the loudest whisper known to man. “Kind of?” “What’s wrong?” Thankfully, I’m saved from having to answer by none other than Rafael. “Nicolas?” his dad calls from the seat behind me. “¿Si, Papi?” “Do you mind switching seats with me?” He makes a slight frown. “Ugh. Why?” “Because my window screen won’t open.” “Mm.” Nico leans in and whispers in my ear, “Papi likes keeping it open because he’s a scaredy cat.”
