It must have been out of relief that Trisha's eyes misted and another drop of tear succeeded rolling on her left cheek again.
Denny did not say anything when he noticed, he just wiped the tear away gently with his thumb closest to her face. Denny was confident somehow that the service girl would tell him what her tear was for this time even without demanding her to explain. The man also felt that the tear this time was a bit different from that one earlier. A isha was genuinely smiling and Denny could somehow tell, it was her joy that squeezed that tear this time around.
When Trisha felt their mood had lightened up, or more when she felt she had regained her sanity back from hunger, as well as the comfort that her client wasn't mad at her for that silly reason she thought she had done,
