His forest green eyes flickered nervously before settling on her again.
“What are you talking about? I don’t even know you!” She exclaimed, taking a massive gulp of her drink.
“Don’t drink that,” he yelped, snatching it from her. She glared at him but was stunned when he icily glowered at her in return. She hastily stood up, knocking their glasses over.
“Well, I don’t know who you are, or what makes you think you can come over here and tell me what to do. But I don’t appreciate it, so please, leave me be.”
He lashed out and gripped her wrist, “Wait. Just wait for a moment please.”
She could see the sincerity and the pain lurking in his bright eyes; eyes that seemed strangely familiar.
“Look at this,” he held up a soaked napkin from their table, the edges had shrivelled up and had turned bright, blue. “Can’t you see? You’re not drinking water, there’s something else in it. They’re poisoning you. Hell, they’re poisoning the whole darn city!”
At the end of his tirade he swung his arms out, a big grin on his face. The wet napkin flew from his grasp and Anna watched as it flopped through the air and landed on her shoulder. Tentatively she flicked it away.
“I don’t know what rock you have been living under or how hard the blow you’ve taken to your head was but I know. The whole darn city knows. They beg for it,” she spat.
The sheeting rain engulfed her retreating figure, as the man sat sobbing on the dirty sidewalk.
“I’ve failed. I’ve failed.”