Amber kept looking at the old man as he went about doing whatever it was that he was doing, but then he stopped as if he felt her eyes on him. Farmer Wilson turned and his eyes met with Amber’s eyes and she quickly put up a smile.
Amber waved at the old man but he did not wave back at her, rather he showed her a middle finger instead and went back into his own house. Then it came to her that maybe Nick was not so wrong about the old man he did seem like a mean person after all.
Nick sneaked up behind Amber causing her to jump up and she in turn spilled her cup of coffee.
“Ouch!” Amber yelled, jumping back.
“Damn it! Amber, are you okay?” Nick quickly asked her, without waiting for her reply he grabbed his napkin and pressed it against Amber’s chest to soak in the moisture of the coffe
