The woman opened the water bottle, looked at Martin's fearful expression, and smiled with a hint of apology.
"Why didn't you say earlier that you weren't a wild man? If you had, I wouldn't have hurt you," the woman said earnestly.
Martin's body shook with anger at the woman.
How was I supposed to explain earlier? Did you give me a chance? I hadn't even spoken before you threw a stone at me.
"I was indeed wrong to hurt you. Now that I'm giving you water, we're even," the woman said, shaking the water in front of Martin.
*"No way!"* Martin thought firmly to himself.
You think a few words can make up for hitting me with a stone? There's no such easy thing in the world.
Despite his thoughts, Martin found himself gulping at the sight of the water in the woman's hand, nodding involuntaril
