Who would have thought that after only taking a few steps, the back of my heel would start to hurt.
For comfort, I had rarely worn high heels before.
Today was my first time meeting my coworkers, so I wanted to dress a little more formally. I had not expected my heel to be rubbed raw, to the point that it was bleeding.
Henry did not say a word. He turned and quickly walked into the convenience store nearby.
When he came back, he was holding a pack of bandages and a pair of house slippers.
Then he crouched down right in front of me and motioned for me to lift my foot.
I immediately refused. “Henry, I can do it myself.”
He smiled. “Why are you still being so formal with me? Back in college, when I fainted at the pool, weren’t you the one who saved me? For a life-saving favor like that
