Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Six

Irina's point of view:

I was in my room feeling so bored. It was in the evening though but I decided not to go out.

I laid down, looking at nothing in particular.

It has been like two days now and I haven't talked to Roman.

"I should call him." I said as I picked up my phone and dialed his number. He picked up immediately.

"Hey, Irina." He was the first to talk.

My mind was at rest as I spoke to him.

"How are you doing?" I asked him.

"Not nice. I am the one doing the cooking here. None of them can cook." He complained which made me laugh.

"At least you are doing what you like." I told him.

"Maybe. How are you doing?" He asked me.

"Bored." I reported to him.

"How?" He asked me.

"I don't know. Nothing interests me. I just feel so aggressive nowadays." I explained to him.

"You must be missing me then." He said.

"Like I am." I snorted.

Like you don't." He said.

"Stop behaving childishly." I told him

"What?"

"Sorry, that came out wrong." I sighed.

"Are you sure you are okay?" He asked out