What am I going to say? What am I going to say to him? Rosetta’s mind screamed. Her free hand fidgeted the hem of her T-shirt. And instead of answering him, she ended the call.
Jean gasped, eyes widening. “What? You didn’t say ‘Goodbye’ or ‘I’ll see you later, my Yuri’? You just cut off the call?”
“I-I’ll just text him,” she said, shrugging. But her phone rang again. She almost dropped it. Good that Jean had good reflexes and caught it in awe. She took it from her and answered Yuri’s called. “I’ll just text you,” she said in a hurry and cut the call again before Yuri could even speak. She could just imagine his knitted dark blond brows by now.
She ordered her food, and once they were at a table, some three meters away from Melvin, she started tapping her phone.
Of course I’m not asham
