Desmond, on the verge of taking a sip from his glass, was interrupted by a familiar voice calling out his name. Lifting his head, he discovered Laura standing beside him, a smile adorning her features, but causing a faint crease to form on his brow.
"What's the matter?" Desmond inquired, his curiosity tinged with a touch of concern.
Rather than offering a direct response, Laura wordlessly relieved him of the glass, bringing it closer to his lips. Desmond coughed in surprise, his initial discomfort evident. "It's alright, Laura. I am perfectly capable of managing on my own," he asserted, taking the glass from her grasp and proceeding to enjoy a sip of his drink.
Observing Laura's dejected departure, Desmond's eyes followed her retreating figure, perplexed by the unexpected change in her demeanor. "What could be troubling her? Something feels amiss," he contemplated inwardly before turning his attention back to his current activities.
