The heavy blanket flits off her body and she groans.
“Why do you keep tossing and tossing? Something wrong?” Her voice is low and melodic.
“It’s nothing.” he says in an irritated tone.
She swings her body around to face him.
“Is your head still hurting?” Placing the back of her hand on his cheeks.
Silence breaks, his questing eyes scrutinizing hers. With a million things he can’t even bring himself to say out loud.
“Why are you being nice to me?” He says without flinching.
“Because I don’t lose anything. You should try it.”
His face softens. Who is she? He never met anyone like her. He is not sure if she is dumb, pretentious or genuinely just dumb? How does her sweet face capture and scare him at the same time? Maybe he is wrong about her. The woman in front of him doesn't look like she could hurt a fly. Her vibe is different. Or maybe the remains of alcohol are making him hallucinate.