30-A STITCHES IN NINE

ROSE’S POV

As we walked down the escalator, the sound of our heels clicking on the concrete was the only noise that could be heard.

For more than five minutes now, I have been waiting for Amy'e response but she wouldn't say anything. Not going to lie, it was annoying but I didn't mention it to her.

It was her habit which I considered a bad one at that. Several times, I have tried to talk her out of it but since she is determined to keep up with it, I have no choice but to put up with her.

Immediately we were off the escalator, I stood in front of her with my hands across my chest and my gaze fixed on her.

“Young lady, aren't you going to answer my question?” I snapped.

“A question? When was that?” She asked with a raised brow.

“Are you fucking being serious here? I asked you a question before we got on the escalator and now you are acting as if I didn't say anything.” I scowled.

“You didn't ask a question, you asked for my suggestion. What do you think? — it's a suggestion and not a q