Sam placed a glass filled with thick liquid that he had just sipped. The taste that passed through his throat created a unique sensation. He closed his eyes slowly, letting the wind ruffle his thick hair. His shirt also fluttered aimlessly. The wind was strong today, but sometimes gentle in caress.
"For once, you've managed to give me a headache, Sam," muttered Ferdi. Without the need for the figure enjoying the crashing waves to turn around, Ferdi could already tell that the man was Sam.
Sam sighed softly. "Sit down," he commanded.
Ferdi couldn't refuse. Despite snorting and giving Sam a disapproving look, Ferdi still did as the ruler asked.
"Give Ferdi a glass," Sam said.
"Understood, Boss." Sam's subordinate standing nearby hurried to fulfill the request. "Here you go, Sir."
Ferdi
