(Benjamin POV)
Benjamin is currently in a drugstore, complaining to the clerk.
"Was there any alcohol put in my inhaler?!"
He shows the man the black inhaler he had just bought.
"Uhhh, no kid. Why would you even think we'd do something like that? We'd go to prison, for goodness sake!"
The clerk argued back.
Ben crossed his arms while frowning.
"Then tell me why was my friend acting weird after using it? Heck, he looked like a drunk person when he inhaled that!"
The clerk just shrugged his shoulder.
"I don't know, maybe your friend is just weird in general."
Benjamin let out a dramatic gasp.
"How dare you, he's perfectly normal—"
All of a sudden he stopped his words; he started remembering the kiss back at the washroom.
Reza's strawberry-flavored lip balm still lingered on Ben's lips. He slowly spread the flavor everywhere on his lips.
Benjamin couldn't describe the feeling in his stomach right now.
"It felt like.... A butterfly is inside me..."
