I sip the water from the glass placed in front of me by Roman.
I stare at him for some time, loving the sexy side view I'm getting. I almost combust on the spot when he winks at me.
I turn around abruptly and flush beetroot red when he chuckles behind me.
After I ran into him yesterday, he brought me back to his apartment and held me while I cried and cursed at the injustice in the world.
I told him all about my dad's plans to marry me off, and he swore he would kill him. But I guess like all other things, he didn't mean it, and this too was just a statement said in the heat of anger.
My attention is brought back to the present when he places a plate of omelette, bacon, and fries in front of me as well as a cold glass of orange juice.
Roman leans against the counter, sipping a
