"Flower, I got you some iced tea." He sets a cup in front of her.
"Thank you, Reggie."
He shot her a wink, and I wanted to slap him, but all he did was laugh and then walk off. Ass.
I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. She lifts the cup to her lips after she looks in it, taking a slow sip. A faint smile crosses her face as she stares into the cup,
"Something wrong with it?" I asked, startling her a bit. She shakes her head, "Oh no, it is good." She set the cup down, but I can see there is something there.
"You do not have to drink it, you dont like it, I dont want you to feel like you have to force yourself," I tell her in a low, soft voice.
"Oh. its not that. It just." She looked off to the side. I could see she was trying to find the right words; her head came back to
