Angela followed him as they took the stairs to one of the buildings. Hiro explained that it was the hostel where the kids slept. One of the tutors had earlier mentioned that Zane was upstairs fixing broken doors.
Hiro held her hand as they walked along the corridor. He didn't want to let go, not even for a second. Angela smiled as she walked beside him, feeling the warmth of his palm in hers.
When they got to the third door, they stopped, and Hiro called out, "Uncle Zane."
"Hiro?" a man's voice called back. From the tone, it sounded like he was surprised. "Am I imagining things right now?"
"No, it's really me," Hiro laughed as he peeked inside, careful not to step in with his boots. "Come and have a look, old man."
"I will," the voice replied. Soon after, an older man stepped out of the room, wiping sweat from his forehead. His face lit up the moment he saw Hiro. "I'm not imagining things after all. You really came. Is the academy on break?"
