MARGAUX
Though it was by car that we escaped those men chasing after us with guns, I felt like we used our legs to run instead, my body suddenly begging to rest.
"Here," Shiro offered me a glass of lemonade, a slice of lemon floating inside the glass and seems like done by an expert. He sat across from me on the leather couch in what I supposed was his visitor's lounge.
He raised the glass in his hands containing a golden liquid. I could smell alcohol from where I was sitting.
Taking a sip from the drink he prepared, I didn't break eye contact with him.
My taste buds appreciated the cool liquid, and I looked at Shiro.
"Did you work in a bar before?"
Shiro chuckled, lightening the somewhat tense mood sparking between the two of us.
"No, but I learned how to mix different alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks and flavors. You know, for fun."
I shrugged.
