Was it my imagination…or was my body feeling a little weird right now? Walking was getting a little difficult for me and my feet felt unsteady.
My knees buckled once, forcing me to grab the wall just to keep myself upright.
"Miss, are you alright? Do you need my help?"
A waiter came close to me to check up on me, but I immediately pushed myself back to my feet and avoided the waiter's hands.
I took two shaky steps backward, desperate to keep distance.
"I am fine. I do not need your help."
I told the waiter and he immediately tried to make me change my mind. He leaned in again, ignoring every verbal cue I gave him.
"Miss, I am not sure if you know, but you look sick. Here, let me help you out. I promise I will make it worth your while and also—"
The waiter reached for me and despite my insistence, he kept walking close to me until he was standing right in front of me. I looked up, only to see the waiter's eyes sparkling in a weird way.
