An Architect as a psychologist

"Mom!...I'm going out" Nevena shouted at her mom who was busy in the kitchen. It was early Sunday morning. The earth was still coated in white. Even the small white flakes had reduced falling.

Mrs Tobias emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands with a kitchen cloth.

"Are you going to work even on Sundays? " she asked her daughter, raising her eyebrows. She had to ask because she was bothered.

"Well, mom, I'm going to see some friends," she said, putting on her shoes. Her mom treated her like she 7years old. But, she was a grown woman for crying out loud. Before Mrs Tobias could say anything, Nevena kissed her mother's cheek and stormed away.

Mrs Tobias narrowed into slits. She was suspicious, her daughter never had friends. She was only acquainted with a guy named Eric who works at the club. And he was their neighbour. Except she was going to cause trouble. She shook her head and went back to the kitchen.

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After getting out of the house, Nevena went to catch a cab to a certain ap