Literature
NTY 14
Kalma drank from the bottle (big sips) trying to forget his awful daydream, but he had a hard time doing so. Awa looked carrying at him she really wanted to know what he dreamt about, but she also wanted him to feel comfortable, she just didn't know how. Kalma leaned back in his leather chair sighing in relief, Awa was so good to him and he didn't know why. He wish he could just ask her, but that wouldn't be nice, asking her so freely would be rather thoughtless and selfish, he sighed again, "Awa?" he whispered sadly, she turned to look at him, a glass of wine now in her hands, "I found a bottle" she answered embarrassed, "Hope you don't mind