Chapter 58

D'Andre shook off those thoughts he had with little Andrea and returned to the present moment. He was walking down a hallway, and he approached people he presumed were parents or guardians of the other students, but none of them could provide precise answers to what he was looking for. So, when he met a teacher along the way, he decided to ask. They seemed to know more, he figured.

"Hi, do you know this little girl? She's a student here, and I'm her close friend, a very, uhm, closer than a close friend, yeah," he inquired with all of the politeness he had in his soul in spite of having a hard time finding the right words to say.

"I'm sorry, sir, but if you're related to her, why don't you know her classroom? What's her name?" the teacher asked, raising an eyebrow as her eyes scanned D'Andre from head to toe.

D'Andre answered after a few expressions and a furrowed brow caused by the looks he was getting from the teacher, "Andrea. I don't know her grade or her-"

"Her age and her surnam