Sam couldn’t understand what Mike meant, but he wanted to help him. He couldn’t bear the sight of Mike crying in vain. He slowly brought his hand forward and offered it to Mike.
“Come up. I am here for you, Mike. Don’t worry, I will help you.” Mike was scared out of his wits. With trembling hands, he reached out to Sam, who helped him get out and sit on the seat.
“Wait a minute, I will be right back,” said Sam as he rushed to his seat and grabbed his water bottle. As he handed the bottle to Mike, Sam glanced again at Mr. Smith.