Devan sole added:

"And if you want to know what it tastes like, drink it. It's okay, trust me. We drink it all the time."

She smiled, picked up her glass and looked at it, the water inside was neither too thick nor too liquid and the tiny dust particles hidden in that familiar orange color. She brought it to her lips and took a small sip, the liquid slowly trickling down her throat, pulling in a few more glittering stars. This stream of water called "Star Dust", she thought, was really cool and gave people an indescribable feeling of lightheadedness.

She closed her eyes for a few seconds, then sighed. Collins and Devan were still watching her intently, and she didn't understand, so she asked:

"What's wrong? Do I look weird?"

Devan replied immediately.

"No, we were surprised to see why you were so absorbed in drinking water. Collins and I would have thought that you were choking or had an accident."

Some girl laughed at the boy's joke. How innocent and lovely the voice was, Devan sat there looking at her, a certain emotion also found its way into his heart. Did she laugh at his joke? God, what should he do now? Should he add another sentence to hear that laugh again? Or just keep quiet and watch?

Hesitating for a while, a certain guy chose the second option: silently watch her. She smiled, how beautiful and beautiful her smile was, that smile seemed to be brighter on a somewhat round face but not ugly or inferior. On the other hand, she is fortunate to have white skin, the bridge of the nose is not high, but it is compact and beautiful, next put on that face a pair of big round and glittering black eyes, thin eyebrows. thin, so were her eyelashes: they were long and curled so that every time she smiled or talked to him, he fell in love with those eyes. Those eyes may be worthy of the title of masterpiece. A masterpiece created by an artist with an equally genius mind.

He once wanted to find that unknown artist, stand in front of him and shout: "God, how can you create such a masterpiece and let it appear on this earth?" Then he would scowl at you with a mixture of surprise and anger, and he would ask you, "What's the matter, young man? Haven't I succeeded in making you lose your appetite and sleep? ?" Followed by an amused smile.

He stared blankly at that girl, who had just turned eighteen - the age of maturity, while he was twenty-three years old, would they be compatible? Is twenty-three boy and eighteen girl the right ratio?

She sat there, raised her thin hand and gently stroked her long hair, her long black hair curled in waves at the end to look very beautiful. He looked at her, she was too thin, he thought to himself, for some reason, causing the person he loved to lose sleep or eat or was it her fault, eating erratically and often skipping meals?

If that's true, then he would not be afraid to approach her, take those thin white hands and caress them and press them to his cheeks, accompanied by a gentle sentence:

"You're too skinny."