Switch of Fate
I snapped out of it and called, “Mark.”
He turned back, frowning. “Not enough?”
Maybe it was because of his past running with rough crowds. Though he was good-looking, there was a sharp, intimidating edge to him, like he had a bad temper.
I stood up, searched through my bag, and took out a tube of ointment. “It’s rainy season in the South. You might get eczema. Take this and use it if you need to.”
He paused, a little surprised. After taking the ointment, he looked at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. “Anything else?”
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