They shake off the specter of the stranger’s stare as they turn back to Bas. “I don’t understand why you insist on bothering me all the time.” “Oh, that’s easy,” Bas answers without missing a beat. “I’m a sucker for cute boys.” Mar’s face bursts with warmth and Bas grins, all too pleased with himself, and gestures to the scattered wooden thatch buildings and handfuls of wandering people. “So, what do you say? Get dressed, and then empanadas for two?”
