Paint My World Red
“You’re one extraordinary person, Aya. You’re scared of ghosts, but when you saw the snake, you did not even scream.”
I took the bottle again and poured a little into our glasses, hoping it would warm our bodies.
“You did miss me,” Red said, pulling the bench to the center and sitting down.
“Miss you, when?” I asked, giving him the glass.
Red sipped the liquor and placed the glass on the railing. “When I went on a business trip.”
“I did not,” I lied.
“You did!” He smirked, showing me the drawing pad. “You wrote it here.”
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