Wet Down There

"Fool, where are you looking at?" Right now, it was that kind of tone that would reprimand her at any minute afterward. From her casual clacks on the floor, she knew it wasn't too late.

Of course, Nathalie stood up and made a steeple on her fingers as she welcomed the dearest college friend of hers. "Daisy!"

Nothing changed so much with Daisy Rie Adelade, with regards to her appearance and how she behaved herself whenever she would go. To Nathalie, she was her only best friend, someone she could rely on, and she couldn't help but reminisce their first encounter in their university years, and they had each other's back for a long time now.

Her blond hair in a crown bun was her signature hairstyle. Upon taking off her aviator glasses, those brown almond eyes of hers spoke itself that she was delighted to see her.

All it took for her was a minute of a warm hug. Every time they did this felt like it had been forever.

"Quite an unusual time you drop by today."

Daisy was in a navy blue leather dress; it was fitted and draped until right below her knees, with a large slit on the side that showed her very fair skin.

"You know what it is." She rolled her eyes, gesturing her hand to the opposite seat. "Here, have a seat."

"Chile! You really had to hit me up. Quite a stealthy yet flashy get-up you have. Better tell me what it is…" Daisy squinting her eyes, threatening her.

"Oh, were you working out?"

"Earlier. Now, I had to go attend a training session on the latest martial arts I got invited to."

"...My bad."

"Save it, sis." Soon as they sat in comfort, Daisy continued where they left, "Perhaps stress? Is it about your engineering career? I think it has something to do with Phoenix Publishing? Did that man give you a hard time again?"

"Yes, no, yes, yes."

Daisy leaned forward as she pressed her glossy pink lips. "Care to tell me about it?"

"I have thought about the sequel."

"You did tell me about that."

But their conversation was interrupted when Chad came with trays held in his hand. "Here are your orders: blueberry cheesecake, milk chocolate tart, and passion fruit bubble tea, Miss Quinn—Oh, our sweet and compassionate owner is here!"

He acted a little surprised, but Daisy only smacked his arm. "Such a smooth talker, eh?"

A suave chuckle escaped his lips, scratching his nape.

"Thank you, Chad." Nathalie's eyes glimmered as she watched the beautiful representations of her order. Every delight before her was deemed worth the wait and price. However, there was something that found amiss. "What about the glass of water?"

"Oh! Yes," he responded quickly, but a tad bit hesitant. "... We encountered a bit of a problem in our water dispenser; someone was on it to fix as of the moment."

Daisy couldn't help but rub the underside of her chin. "My, the water dispenser? I just ordered it about four months ago; anything else?"

"None so far."

"It's alright. Make it as a follow-up, then." Chad nodded, then shuffled away.

"You know I would always be there for you. Why don't you give me the rundown?"

Nathalie gave Daisy the main issues at hand; she needed to tackle, for the most part. The latter understood, and alas, she sighed.

"I understand both sides. You know as well."

"Yes…"

"But you know I would always support whatever your decisions are, Nat."

"I'm still going for the villain."

More than anything, Daisy giggled from her adamant response. "... As Expected."

Chad came back with two glasses of water.

"Here are the glasses of water."

Nathalie knew he took his time, but then she noticed something peculiar. Soon as he placed down the glass and another for Daisy. The glass trembled; in a split second, it tilted and spilled.

'My outfit!'

Daisy was quick on her feet, with the help of Chad, as she tried to minimize the mess.

"I'm sorry, Miss!" Chad moved swiftly despite the sudden panic that struck his face. Even grabbing the glass of water, it was more than half empty.

Contrary to her best friend, Nathalie's reflexes weren't top-notch, but she handled herself as she shifted to the side, seeing the water flowed on the smooth surface and cascaded no different from a waterfall.

The water splashed to her feet, but she noticed something peculiar when her heels weren't wet, and all as it only formed like fresh dews on the break of dawn.

But her heels weren't her concerns, with its glossy texture, but even her semi-nude stockings were dry just as well.

Nathalie shut her eyes firmly, shaking her head, and when she caught sight of Daisy's angry countenance, she knew she had to appease the situation.

"It's alright. Everything's good." She then glanced at his countenance; he was paler than he ever was then. Those striking blue eyes of his rattled and slick hair, of platinum blond, slightly ruffled and caused his fringes to hang on top of his angled eyebrows.

He was a hot mess.

As the owner, she couldn't let this pass by, but she ought to help her friend in need first. "Chad, go get the mop right away."

"Yes!"

Daisy rummaged her pocket and reached out to her the checkered handkerchief.

"Thank you for this." She took it and wiped her arm and leg.

"What about your dress?"

"Hmm?" She tilted her head, then gazed downward, only to see her dress wasn't damp at all. "I'm… Not wet at all, surprisingly."

"For real?!" Even Daisy couldn't believe what she said that she had to stand up and shuffled to her side.

"Be careful; you're wearing those white pumps!" Her hand blocked her hip from coming further.

"I know," she refuted. "That's impossible, right? Did you apply hydrophobic spray today?" Then retreated to her seat.

"I don't recall doing such; I don't even have one."

On the other hand, she let her fingertips graze over the cashmere fabric on her crimson blazer and miniskirt. No matter how much she prodded or nudged, there were no traces of damps found.

"That's weird."

Nathalie wasn't wet down there.