I instantly knew that Chesca, my boss’s daughter, hearts me when one afternoon, she dropped by the store with her dad, and after 10 seconds told her dad: “Okay, let’s go home now.”

“Chesci, we just got here,” her dad complained. “And now we’re leaving already?”

“Yes,” she replied. “I just wanted to see tito Mark.”

Sometimes, I get the feeling that she doesn’t like me though. Awhile ago, for example (after beating me in Snakes and Ladders), she said that my armpit smelled like garbage—and rotten egg. And when she first saw my new hairstyle, she said: “It sucks.”

Everything changed, of course, when I offered her Honey Mustard-flavored Pik-Nik. Yummers.