T W E N T Y - F I V E

It made no sense that I had planned on saying everything, and there I am feeling like a fool for not thinking of anything tangible to say. Seth simply walked away, and I was confused about whether to follow him or not. I wasn’t in the position to move around in a place where I didn’t already feel welcomed.

Seth appeared again with a towel and a cup of tea, as his mother told him to. He flung the towel at me, expecting that I was quick enough to catch it, and I did, feeling delighted for that. He dropped the tea on the dining table and waited until I had dried myself with the towel before collecting it from my hand.

I was a nervous mess when I took the cup of tea in my hand, with it almost pouring from my hand. I drank it quickly, trying to avoid his eyes, but it was clear Seth had a score to settle with me.

“You can drive?” He suddenly asked, and I choked on my tea, coughing out, but Seth was unfazed; he didn’t even try to offer me water. What sort of man is this?

Regaining myself, I