I looked at her while she stared back at me anticipating my reply. Well, I just did not know where to start from...
I resorted to saying, "would you like to drink something? Coffee or tea?"
It was just a random excuse I had thought that I could use to escape questions that Ronda had written all over her face. But then Ronda was Ronda and no one could escape Ronda when she was determined, which she was at the moment.
She just waved her hand and dismissed the offer entirely and washing my desperate try down the drain, to my dismay. She was more focused with the anticipation over her unanswered question than to pay attention to even accept the option of any beverage. Even when tea has always been her favourite and essential part of her life. She couldn't even go one single day without tea.
