But I seriously needed it, and one cup wouldn't hurt.
"Fine, one cup and then I'll be out of your hair."
He walked back to the kitchen and put the cup on the island. He drank his tea and frowned the entire time. It was fun to watch the disgusted look on his face. He leaned over the counter and looked at me.
"Why on earth would you help me like that? What if I was a bad person or murderer?"
I laughed.
"You couldn't do a bad thing to ke or murder me even if you wanted to. You were so far gone last night, I could barely get you home." He ran one hand through his hair.
"You should not be doing those kinds of things, it is not safe in this city for a girl to be doing hero things like that." He seemed agitated.
I leaned my elbow on the counter, rested my hand on my cheek, and looked at him intently as he lectured me.
He stopped what he was saying and narrowed his eyes at me.
"Are you even listening to me?" He asked.
I laughed as I got up from the stool.
