Maze Run

"Do you have some source of clean water around here? I can't seem to find any," he questioned, darting his vision to every corner of the place. I sighed heavily, shooting him an intense glare. The sink was practically two inches away from him and he was facing it with his very own eyes. Just as I was about to give him a piece of my mind, he waved his hand in my face, reminding me of his stupid question. Determined not to lose my composure yet again, I kept my calm and answered him. "It's right there," I jabbed a finger at the sink which sat in front of him. He shot a confused gaze toward it before dipping his head into it and looking directly into the hole at the bottom of the tap. Clapping my hand against my forehead, I strode toward him and got him to lift his head out of it. When I flicked the tap, water started flowing out and he was looking at it like he had seen me sprout wings. "Now that's cool!" he exclaimed, earning yet another disgruntled sigh from me.