I sip my coffee slowly, not showing my nervousness at the presence of this imposing figure sitting across from me.
I'm proud of myself for ignoring him until he gives me a little knowing smirk which grates on my nerves.
“What's so funny?” I ask angrily.
“You.” Roman says, giving his usual one-word reply.
“Really? How so?” I ask in a saccharine sweet tone, which betrays my anger and distaste.
“We've been here before. And no, I'm not referring to the diner.” Roman responds calmly either blatantly ignoring my tone or not understanding the underlying sarcasm in it.
His response has me taken aback. If I knew he would be so willing to talk about our past, I wouldn't have blatantly ignored him these last few days.
“And who broke first?” I ask him, taking a sip from my cup, not wantin
