||Innaya||
I poured tea in two cups and handing him his, I turned towards the kitchen counter. I hoped against hope to get some answers for the questions I had these days. I was never the one for indirect talks, I preferred the direct way.
"What's going on?" I started the conversation as I stirred the soup. My gaze flickered towards him just for a moment or two before I focussed my whole attention on preparing the salad.
"Nothing is going on, why would you think so?" He casually answered before he pushed himself from the wall he was leaning on and walked back to the dining table. He plopped himself on the chair from where we both could see each other.
