Otis opened the door and found Mei sprawled face-down on the floor.
"What are you doing?"
Mei clutched the hem of her dress and pressed her cheek against the ground, mortified.
"…Cooling off."
Otis narrowed his eyes.
"Who exactly are you trying to fool?"
Cooling off, she said?
He crouched down, took her hand, and helped her up.
"You fell. Does it hurt?"
Even now, his first reaction was worry. Anyone could see she'd taken a painful tumble.
Mei sat upright, shook her head. "No."
Inside, though, she felt strangely touched.
It was ridiculous to say it out loud, but Otis really was warm-hearted.
People said warm guys ranked below dogs, but Mei liked this softness in him.
She whispered, "Thanks."
Then something occurred to her, she stared at the hand Otis was holding.
Wait.
Otis was right-handed… wasn't he?
No way.
She remembered what she thought he'd just finished doing before opening the door and now he was holding her hand with that hand?!
