Pretty soon, I found out that Melody was not the quiet and serene type she appeared to be on the surface, but a sweet little girl.
She took a sip from the bowl of soup and furrowed her brows, then covered her mouth, a position she held for two whole seconds. I heard her swallow the soup, and then she placed the rest back on the coffee table.
"Looks like you're sober now. That's good. I have to go now. Change and rest," I said, getting up to leave.
At this time, Melody's voice sounded out, "Are you actually incapable?"
I froze that instant and looked back at her incredulously. Right now, Melody was holding her face with both hands and was looking up at me. I could see her neck and ears from where I was standing and they were all red. Was this girl drunk or mad?! I just had to ask myself
