Alice’s POV:
Marvin smiles then pushes his dark blue cap to covered his dulled eyes. He was in a white shirt, covered by a dark silver zipped up jacket. His rip blue jeans hung on his waist, ending with dark sneakers, white laces dirtied by the dirty water outside. Hands firmly tucked inside his loose pockets.
Grabbing the top of the chair, he pulled it out, causing a squeaking sound. He sat down, cupping his callous hands together and sigh.
“Can I have a taste?” He asks, eyes linking at my cup of tea.
I push it over to him.
He grabs the cup, linking the edge with his lips, then smacks it together, “Not bad, orange?”
I nod.
“Weird. I usually see you with coffee.”
“The smell of coffee has been making me nauseous.”
Marvin settled it down and resumed his previous actions. “You
