LEILA'S POV
But deep down, I knew it was wasn't the alcohol. I had after all gone out with Gale several times. This was not our first dinner date and it was definitely not the first time I had taken wine. During all those times, I had not even felt anything remotely like this. I remembered one of our very first outings, the one where Gale had taken me to the conservatory. There I had begun to have symptoms of a fit coming on. This was not the way I had felt.
I shifted close to the window, and turned my face outside, willing the air to help clear my head. Though the air was chilly and bracing, it did not do much to help.
"Feeling better now?" Gale asked quietly.
I was halfway home by the time he asked this question. I turned to look at him, seeing the concern on his face.
I manage
