I wondered if I should make her feel at home by offering her something to drink or not, but then I was like let me just be polite.
"Want something to drink?"
She nodded, "Yes please... My throat is kinda dry, I didn't know there won't be anyone here..."
I went to the kitchen and fixed a juice for her then handed her the glass, she took it and sipped immediately.
I sighed coz I honestly wanted to know what she was doing here, "what do you want here..."
She sipped again, "to talk to you... why else..."
"Omarley don't f**k with me..."
She smiled, "God, with what I've heard, I wouldn't mind if you could."
"Right now... you are seriously getting on my nerves like your mother..."
She took another and sat on the couch, "which one?"
I swear to God this child was trying me. I kept quiet a
