The rays of sun cast a brilliant glow over the not-so-lively streets. Zach sat on a bench, soaking in the warmth of the sun.
He was sitting on a bench on the sidewalk, cradling a cup of something called lime juice.
Zach didn't know what it was, but the therapist back at rehab said something about lime juice boosting brain recovery, whatever that meant.
Zach sniffed the cup with an intense stare—he sipped then immediately grimaced.
"Pffftt... what the!" Zach nearly spilled the liquid in his hands.
The liquid looked clear as water, yet it tasted like the water was fighting against his taste buds.
And this glass of lime juice was worth two silver coins.
Zach just used the money Alfred left for him to purchase it.
Zach gave the cup an intense look, but he couldn't just throw it away.
"It's healthy, anyways. Just think of it as a super bitter healing elixir," Zach pressed his lips.
He chugged down the bitter liquid, grimacing at the end of it.
