"Are you sure you won't stay for another week, mijo?" María asked as they arrived at the airport's parking lot.
Ethan, by her side, took off his seatbelt as he responded, "You know I can't, María. I've already stayed longer than planned, and there's still a lot waiting for me back in Atlanta, plus I still have to go to work."
María frowned slightly, "you work too much, you should rest once in a while."
"I will," he nodded with a smile on his face.
They both walked out of the van and Ethan went to the back for his luggage, María following closely behind him.
As he set his suitcase on the ground, María placed a hand on his arm. "Promise me you'll take care of yourself, Ethan. Don't skip meals, don't stay up all night. And…" she hesitated, "…call me sometimes, not just when you need something."
"I promise," he said softly.
