“Marcus!”

Turning around, Marcus found the source of the voice. He was taken aback and quickly walked over.

“How did you end up in this state?”

The woman shook her head with a look of despair, her eyes wide with fright.

“I’m not feeling well. Can you please take me to the hospital?”

Patrick, emerging from the restroom, caught sight of Marcus taking off his jacket and draping it over a woman.

his face, Patrick went back to his table. Just in time, a goblet of honey-infused lemonade was paraded

wasn’t his order. Patrick cocked his brow in surprise and tured to see

twinkling like morning dew. “I prepared this myself. Please be the first to

her eyes, Patrick’s heart ached like a wounded bird. His mind was haunted by

orchard, everyone slacked off, with the sole exception of Millie, who worked eamestly. Here,

Millie; in his eyes, she was a benevolent soul

summer, the restaurant manager issued a challenge to the staff: dream up a cooling concoction to quench the heat. The

seizing a moment of respite, concocted a blend of honey

sour notes, its virtues extending beyond taste and promising beauty, weight

sourness flowed into his throat, leaving him rejuvenated. He nodded, his words as clear as a mountain stream. “This honey lemonade of

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