"I... I don't know."
"If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have noticed."
Bertha Haines' eyes flickered with a hint of guilt. Although this time it wasn't initiated by her, she didn't resist either, so it was akin to indulging the other's 'mistake.'
Amos Smith leaned closer, his voice deliberately softening, "Does it hurt?"
Bertha's heart skipped a beat.
"N... no, it doesn't hurt."
Amos noticed that the young girl didn't dare to meet his eyes; whenever their eyes met, she'd immediately look away. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes darted around, as if she had a hundred little thoughts running through her mind.
"Weren't you going to cut down on drinking? Why pick it up again?"
The young girl's answer was indeed different from the night before.
"I craved it and couldn't resist."
Amos held back a laugh, "Is your self-control that bad?"
Seeing the young girl fiddling with the tiny beads on her bag, looking pitifully wronged, he decided to let her go.
"What did you do today?"
