As the smooth, tangy fluid slides down his throat without effort, it sends warmth shooting through his body and limbs. He drinks the rest of it, still...watching her. He didn't fear that there was poison it. He wouldn't be here if they wanted him dead.As he hands her the bowl back, he blinks a few times. Everything seems so much clearer, his mind slowing in thought, but all his senses come to life. His last full thought is that it was some kind of drug, but he can't think much past that.. I'll be waiting for you. Don't tarry."I rushed home and polished my cheap champagne flutes that I received as some kind of bonus at the supermarket. They were okay. I also had been keeping a split of champagne for this occasion. So, I put the glasses in the freezer for a few minutes and quickly ran the shaver over my face. What was keeping her? Then, I walked over to the window and saw her chatting with Laura by her car. They had a hug and then Cynthia came up the stairs.When she came in, she. Itcertainly worked as I felt a cold shiver run down my spine and my minddropped those bad thoughts as quickly as they had appeared.I cleared my throat to recompose myself and began to coach him as best Icould, "Listen, you're doing great on the scramble but your throws arestill wonky."I think I could see a look of disappointment on his face, whether it'sbecause he thought he'd get to flirt with a cheerleader, or becausesomeone was critiquing his playing I'm not sure. But he nodded. "Yes Tania, what can I do for you?"Tania had, for the first time ever, actually been interested in what Mr Williams had taught. Typically, his dry, dull, boring speeches put her (and the rest of the student population) to sleep, but today it had kept her riveted. She had taken notes for almost the entire lesson, and actually understood what he had said. At one point, however, she had zoned out. She had still stared at Mr Williams, but instead of taking notes, she had been drawing love hearts.