"Are you thirsty?" That was Diana.
She must have noticed my insistent gaze on the blue colored ceramic cup and the golden water pitcher on the wooden table just beside the bed I had just laid.
We were almost at the doorstep, but my quest for water had me taking a look back at the source of thirst-quench for the umpteenth time.
"Yes. I am." I answered, standing still, my eyes peering down at her, my lips stretching in a thin smile when I saw the smirk cloak her lips.
She found my desperation for water funny. Well, she could smirk away, as long as she got me what I wanted.
"Okay then. Give me a minute." She said, before walking fast to the table to retrieve the pitcher and the cup.
Seeing that she grabbed both the pitcher and the cup, I believed that she must have had the foresight to know that just one cup wouldn't be enough, and so, she didn't want to go back and forth just to give me another cup.
