"O-Of course, sir! What do you think of my mole? I-it's just there!" I said, pointing to my face, then I moved aside to avoid his gaze. I was getting nervous.
He remembers what happened last night, for sure, and he noticed my mole wasn't on my face! I didn't know he was that observant that even if he was sick his mind was working well. Damn this ass.
"Sir, it seems like you were hallucinating last night," I told him.
"I don't think so–"
"Sir," I cut him off, I closed my eyes firmly. "You had a high fever last night, I just want to remind you. It's impossible for this mole to disappear. It's been here since I was born."
I almost rolled my eyes. I am thankful I didn't because Rozzean might suddenly kick me out of his house Sht. He really has an incredible memory. I didn't even stay long
