Chapter 22 Keith

• "Keith," Winifred called, walking towards us with a small smile. She stopped in front of us and turned to Matthew, her eyes meeting his. "Matt," she said, her voice slightly softer than before. I glanced at Matthew, whose expression was unreadable. It was as though he was trying to remain calm in Winifred's presence.
• Just like how he had stood stupidly and almost embarrassed himself.
• Had I not pulled him away from there, Santos who hadn't been focusing on where he was going would have spilled some drinks on his shirt and I bet that would call for more attention and I know he wouldn't like it either, he might just faint at the attention he was getting and I had to save his ass because it's my mum's funeral.