Tita and Pedro

“That look! She had been walking into the table carrying a tray of egg yolk candies when she first felt his hot gaze burning her skin. She turned her head and her eyes met Pedro’s. It was then she understood how dough feels when it is plunged into boiling oil. The heat that invaded her body was so real she was afraid she would start to bubble — her face, her stomach, her heart, her breasts…”