Sabrina looked at the mirror in the hall and frowned. Her hair looked messy. She brushed it backwards with her fingers and wiped her face with a couple tissues before going to sit at the dining table. By the time Vincent was out, she was already seated, and waiting on him.
Sabrina exhaled when she saw Vincent walking towards her. She had to admit he looked good in everything and looked even more handsome when he is sick. He was wearing a graffiti t-shirt with short pants that stopped at his knees. His hair was still a little wet and the water dripped down his face.
Sabrina touched her chest. Her heart was beating so fast, she was afraid he would hear it. As soon as he pulled out the chair, she stood up.
''What's wrong, Sabrina?'' Vincent asked.
''Nothing. I'm going to wash my hands.'' Sabrina said awkwardly and walked to the sink.
Vincent watched her silently, and waited until she returned to the table. Sabrina pointed at the congee.
