|Tamara|
“Who were with you in that cab? Was that your classmate? Wait, what’s his name again, Pierre?” Thea successively asked the moment I stepped inside our apartment. I saw her standing just behind the sofa. She’s already on her nightgown, with a small cup on her hand. The curlers in her hair made her suddenly looked like a villainess in a romantic story.
My one brow shot up at her set up. I small smile crept into my lips.
“What’s with that costume?” I asked instead.
“Don’t answer me with a question, Tammy,” she seriously asked, but still using my nickname. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes to her when I immediately get what was happening.
I let out a deep sigh and chose to stay silent so she won’t get a reply from me. But Thea being Thea, I felt her presence behind me as I ma
