“Good, so I don’t have to tell it again.” He went to the towels and called out for Noah. “Come drink some water.”
Davinder could be so dry and firm sometimes. It always made me nervous. Gently, I convinced Noah to leave his creation and ushered him to the towels. We sat, passing the thermos around again.
“Notice how this lake doesn’t move,” Davinder said. He wasn’t really speaking to anyone in particular. “Anything that’s manmade doesn’t have real life to it.”
I searched my mind for an example that would contradict his statement, but found none. “You’re in a very somber mood,” I couldn’t help saying a little under my breath.
He looked over at me with a touch of surprise on his handsome face. “I’m sorry. You’re right.” He sighed. “And I know I was sharp with you there.”
“It’s okay.” I cracked a smile. “I’m getting used to it.”
“Well, you shouldn’t.” His voice dropped low. “You’re the last person I should be a jerk to.”