Inarticulate, Alvin left the spoon on the empty plate of her dinner. He couldn't believe a person could eat without realizing it. If Anya was somebody else, he would have thought as she was acting.
He looked at the glass of water, he poked her, "Drink water."
"Later."
The only word she utters while working was 'later.' He held the glass in front of her face, blocking her view from the screen, "Now." He commanded.
The softness on her face disappeared at his tone. She grabbed the glass to sip and ended up drinking whole. She looked at her stomach feeling full with a glass of water. Then her eyes went on empty glass in her hand, slowly it turned to the tray that was next to the laptop.
Anya: "..."
She felt her throat struggle at the last sip of her water realizing he fed her till now. 'Which side did the sunrise today?... Am I dreaming?... Is he really Alvin Matthews?' Alvin and gentlemanliness don't sail in the same ship.
