After last night ordeal Viola didn’t feel like talking to Tate, instead of waiting for him to make her a cup of tea like he always does, she got up from her bed and headed to the kitchen to make herself a cup.
She was busy in the kitchen when she heard footsteps making its way to the kitchen and immediately she knew that it was none other than Tate. He peeked his head through the entrance and he smiled at her. Instead of smiling back at him she focused her attention back to the cup of tea that she was making for herself.
Tate’s smile disappeared as he walked up to her and he tried wrap his arms around her waist.
“Can you just not do that?” Viola yelled at Tate and a look of irritation appeared on her face contrary to the look of confusion written on Viola’s face.
“What did I do this ti
