She blinked, a little embarrassed, scratching her head and said, "Oh dear, I accidentally drank it all, but it actually tasted quite good..."
This seemed to be the young man's first, and only, time to show her a genuine smile.
"It's okay, my family also says it's delicious," the young man said, "Your taste matches with my family."
She stared at his smile, her heart pounding wildly, her throat almost wanted to scream, but was held back by shyness.
"Then... then I'll try to improve it more, so that your tea can appeal to a broader audience..." She bashfully lowered her head, her right hand quietly covering her chest, giving it a grasp.
Clearly, she grasped nothing,
... yet looking at the young man's smile, she seemed to grasp eternity in that instant.
...
"Were you just looking at that glass bottle on the stall?" The girl leaned forward, her shiny black braid swaying.
"No, I wasn't," the young man withdrew his gaze and walked forward with big strides.
