Laila
“So, how high is the waterfall?”
I threw out a random question, trying to act casual as I slowly drifted closer to him.
James glanced up, frowning slightly.
“I don’t know… Maybe around 20 feet?” I tilted my head, pretending to struggle.
“Me no speak your feet language,” I said in broken English, eyes narrowing in mock confusion. “How many meters?”
“I… have no idea.” He looked almost guilty, shrugging. “You’ll have to check a converter or something.”
As soon as I was close enough, I scooped up a handful of water and splashed it straight into his face, aiming for his eyes.
“Hey—!” he started, but I was already giggling and darting away.
Not fast enough. He caught my ankle in one quick motion. I shrieked, high-pitched and surprised. Da.mn, he was fast! Of course he was—guy prob
