She frantically picked up the soiled tissues strewn around her feet. Looking left and right for a little trash bin usually in someone's car. However, I didn't have one. I found some fun watching a clear panic expression on her face.
I tried to suppress the smile that threatened to break out.
Aruna's gullible face looked up to me in guilt, "Sorry, where should I throw this?"
"Give it to me."
"Ah, no. It's dirty," her embarrassed face was pretty cute. I took a small plastic bag out of the compartment before me.
She snatched it from me and hastily put all of her used tissues to it. Aruna was so pure, soinnocent like that. A trait I rarely find in people nowadays.
"Um … why did you cry?" I asked once again, a little reluctant to start my car. I became increasingly persistent in this regard.
"I'm hungry," her voice was so soft, hands circled her stomach.
