As I walked back to the house with the others, I met the eyes of the firefighter. He looked to be in his early thirties, and he was muscular with auburn hair. “Hello, there. You showed a lot of concern for that chap a while back. I warrant he’s lucky to have such a caring sister.â€? he said this with the English accent that I had grown so accustomed to over the past two months.
“Oh, I’m not his sister,â€? I replied softly.
“Alright then,â€? he said, raising his eyebrows.
“I’m his girlfriend,â€? I finished confidently, with a sudden burst of boldness. I smiled and proceeded on my way.
I heard the firefighter chuckle to himself and mumble something like, “Eh, sweet puppy love!â€?
I trotted back to the main living room, my step somehow feeling lighter. While the apprehension of Casimir’s well being still occupied my mind, I knew that God and his mother would take care of him.