I saw Garett at the front entrance of the Library.
We were the first to arrive. I sat across from him and opened my notes from my earlier classes.
"Was class alright?" Garett asked.
"Yes..."
He must be worried about me...
"How about some tea?" Garett asked as he lifted up a tea canister.
I slapped the canister out of his hands-on reflex.
"...I'm sorry," I said as I tried to pick up the tea canister.
"No, I am...I am sorry for being inconsiderate," Garett said as he picked up the canister.
It was a batch of my favorite tea again.
"No, I am sorry. I just have had time to be able to adjust yet," I said.
"We will go by your pace then..."
Garett took out some silverware as he continued making tea.
"Silverware?"
My pace? You liar...
He handed me a cup of freshly brewed tea. The silver did not change color. The only color reflected was its beautiful pink iridescent color.
"It's not poisonous. That day, I drank your favorite tea, but I do not regret it one bit. It was intended for you, but I am glad that I drank it first. I would have blamed myself if I could not have saved you then. Rather than keep feeling guilty, I would rather see you smile from enjoying the things you like again. It is fine to not give up the things you love just from one bad incident," Garett said with a gentle smile.
I took a sip from the teacup.
"It is delicious," I said as I began crying again.
Garett had come over to my side and held my face in his hands. His lips had touched my eyes and my cheeks.
"...Thanks for the meal," Garett said as he licked his lips.
Meal? Do not look at me with such hungry eyes. I do not know how to react if you do.
Charlotte soon walked in with Grace.
"Were you crying again, Arielle? Your eyes are a bit red," Charlotte said as she inspected my face.
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