Attraction
"Alright. Bring it in,"
Then she texted something on her phone, when a man walked in carrying a trolley on which bottles of wine and a few glasses were placed.
The man left the trolley next to Farah as Moosa gazed at the bottles.
Farah settled the bottle of wine infront of him along with a glass.
"What is it?" Moosa asked.
"A cure. Medicine," She looked at him with assured eyes, "that will help in healing you,"
"I don't drink, Farah," His eyes fell on the liquid that she was pouring in the glass.