Ridge
"What do you think they are discussing in there?" I ask, getting rather impatient.
It has been like forever since we went out of that office and none of them as come out yet.
"I don't know" Roman answers.
"I just want to know what's going on in there, do you think my father would chance his opinion?" I ask.
The words sounded weird in my own tongue too, so how can he agree.
"Do you even think that is possible?" he asks.
"I don't know" he answers.
That's the only answer he has been given me since when we came out of that office.
I move closer to him and place my hand on his shoulder.
He turns to me and that's when I see the worried look on his face.
What kind of a selfish friend am I?.
I have already forgotten just how much he went through in a day.
From being imprisoned
