Elena’s face falls the moment she opens the door and sees who’s standing in front of it. She stares at us in silence for a long moment, before saying: “I am getting a dangerous sense of déjà vu right now, and I don’t like it one bit.” Eros and I share a look, both of us trying to encourage the other to start speaking. We both know that if we screw this up, she will stop talking to us again.
In the end, I take a deep breath and turn towards my best friend with a serious expression on my face. She raises an eyebrow, unwilling to invite us in like she did yesterday. Smart decision. If she doesn’t like what we tell her, she can still shut the door right into our faces. And I can’t blame her for it.
“Well, I am truly sorry that you feel that way and believe, I am not exactly thrilled to
