Seven Dreams

The man saw me and nodded at me. "Sorry if bothered you." Then he turned around, about to leave.

Somehow, I stopped him. "I sprained my ankle. Can you take me out?"

The man raised his eyebrows and said, "I can do that when I recover."

I asked, "Do you need a bandage?" He didn't look like he was injured.

The man shook his head and casually sat in the haystack across the fire.

Out of curiosity, I chatted with him casually.

His name was Zack, a photographer.

Maybe I would become her girlfriend.

The moment I came up with this idea, I was shocked by myself and realized that I had a crush on him.

I didn't know where he got injured. He refused to tell me. He recovered six or seven days later. I was lucky to stay with him alone for so long.

He took care of me every day. He was gentle and considerate, not as indifferent as he looked. So, I even was more into him.