“Alright, enough with the death stare. I'm parched. Fetch me a drink."

Reluctantly, but out of loyalty to her friend, Karina dutifully poured him a glass of water.

Inspecting the glass, Barlow commented, "This water Lacks flavor."

He was quite the fussy one.

“Want me to sweeten it for you then?" Karina retorted.

Observing her, Barlow suddenly flashed a grin.

“You know, Chameleon, your lips are sweet. How about you give me a taste?"

Karina was at a Loss for words.

What a shameless flirt!

“Barlow, you're pushing your Luck!"

She blushed crimson, yet Barlow's smirk remained.

“Are you suggesting some weird fetish? Even so, I bet it tastes delightful from your lips."

Flustered and irked, Karina snapped, “Barlow, must you be so crude? Do you want the drink or not?”

Peering at the glass with a look of distaste, Barlow asked, "Didn't I mention it's tasteless? I'd prefer coffee."

“Coffee would irritate your wounds." hen I'd like some juice." hose drinks are hardly nutritious." bit won't hurt, right?"

"Will you drink the water or not?"

Barlow, having enjoyed the banter, finally took the glass, his gaze fixed on her lovely visage.

“Alright, I'll drink it. You're even tougher than my aunt."

As Karina watched him drink, her eyes fixated on the bobbing Adam's apple.

Why did something as simple as drinking water Look so appealing on him?

Was she falling for him?

After finishing his water, Barlow handed the empty glass back to Karina. He then threw back the covers and swung his legs off the bed.