((( Rhio POV's )))

"If you don't want those roses, then give it to Him," she ordered. "Tell Him all your worries. And I'll tell Him mine too."

She released my arm and took the porcelain vase at the feet of the low podium. She removed the wilted flowers on it and waited for me to put the roses in. I wasn't exactly religious and not really obedient but I couldn't understand how this woman made me obey so easily.

"Stay there while I throw these out," she advised as she pointed at the dried flowers.

I was left alone, holding the pot and dumbfounded. I felt so calm around her. She doesn't even seem to know who I am. So I really wasn't that famous? I couldn't help but smile at that little discovery.

She took the vase from me and busily searched for something in her bag. She looked at me like a worried kid when she failed to get whatever she hoped to find, "Too bad these flowers will wither fast…"

"You need water," I mindlessly suggested.

"Yes of course," she stared at me like I've just said something stupid. Which I did. Of course she must be searching for a bottled water in her bag. A bottled water! I remembered Deo stopping by the convenience store for a bottled water. He's a desert; always too thirsty.

"I've got water in the car," my words came out easily.

"Hurry and get it," she excitedly said. Am I getting bossed around by this lady? Regardless, I hurried out and ran like a robot on a mission to get the bottle.