Feeling a shadow suddenly standing over her, she lowered her hands slowly and the masked person was standing right in front of her, both his hands extended to her.
Anne slowly looked up at his face with her tear-streaked face.
On his left hand was a white handkerchief, and on his right was a glass of whiskey.
"One dries your tears, and the other numbs your feelings. Take one or both if you wish," he said unfeelingly.
Anne looked at both his hands hesitantly.
He was offering her a handkerchief and alcohol?
Was this his way of helping her stop crying?
Anne slowly reached her hand out, not wanting to be rude to his efforts she took both.
"Th-thank you."
She wasn't a good drinker, so she wiped her face, sniffing slightly, then carefully dropped the glass of whiskey on the table in front of her. Before she knew it, the man's shadow had left.
She immediately realized she hadn't answered his question yet.
