Pree
The cold liquid I gulp down my throat is only normal water that I always drink, never having to pay much attention to it before. However, I can now detect a pint of saltiness and mineral taste that makes it seem more delectable than usual. I hope it has nothing to do with the fact that a handsome man who I have never seen or known before was the one who bought it for me.
“Don’t drink too much. Sip a little at a time.”
A deep voice breaks my concentration from tasting the water flavor to turn to my right-hand side—a place where he sits. I look to the ground first because I have never had the courage to look someone in the face right away. I glimpse a pair of black sneakers with red straps and dark blue jeans that go higher than his ankles when he sits, revealing red letters on hi
