The man saw the graceful and valiant look on her face and slowly retracted his hand. He was silent, his mouth deliberately cocking into an indiscernible arc.
His stare was starting to make her feel uncomfortable.
She could not understand why he would always appear when she was down.
She dusted off the dirt on her and moved to leave. Behind her came a low and cool command, "Stay where you are."
His words were sparse and his tone was melodious, like an aged wine.
She paused and shot him a frown. "Mister, what can I do for you?"
"Are you really leaving in this manner?" He was amused by her reaction. Other women could not wait to flock to him, whereas she avoided him like the plague. Could it be because she was harboring a guilty conscience?
His knowing smile irked her, and she asked with much indifference, "Do I know you?"
