Javier's mother, having heard the commotion, came down the stairs. Her stern expression deepened the lines on her face. "What's going on here?"
Yvonne slowly stood up, her back straightening as she met Javier's mother's gaze. "I am here to pick her up," she said, holding her daughter, Alisa, tightly against her.
"Oh, okay," Javier's mother replied. She looked down at Alisa. "Alisa, have a nice day."
"Okay," Alisa murmured, peeking out from behind her mother's back.
Yvonne lifted Alisa into her arms, the little girl wrapping her arms around Yvonne's neck. "Thank you very much for taking care of my daughter," she said, turning to leave.
"May I ask, what relationship do you have with my son?" Javier's mother's voice stopped Yvonne in her tracks.
Yvonne turned back around. "We're just friends,"