Old Man: Thirsty

Tinashe: You Have Water? ( she asked him in a speedy tone, with a look of hope over desperation in her eyes )

Old Man: No ( he responded with laugher, finishing with a shady smirk of motive)

Tinashe stayed paused as she waited to know what he had to drink, if not water?

Old Man: How About A Dirt Pop? ( he said placing it on the table in front of her without showing where he summoned it from? )

Old Man: Made it myself!

Tinashe: ? ( Silence covered her like a blanket as stared at the Dirt Pop as if it was a bottle of Coca-Cola)