"Look, Kaisa. You can be nice to me till your parents are here," he whispered.
"Nice my foot," I said which made him sit on the floor.
"Being nice won't hurt,"
"But being nice to you hurts me," I replied not looking at him.
"Then keep being rude to me. I won't mind," he said.
I rolled my eyes at that. I thought he was mocking but when I looked at him I realised he wasn't.
"You should sit on the bed," he said slowly getting up.
"Where's the couch?" I questioned looking at me.
Rojin stared at me for sometime.
"I asked Samaye to shift it to the room your parents were staying,"
"Why?"
"They asked me to,"
"Even before they arrived?"
He nodded.
What a load of crap he was feeding me.
"How did they know you had a couch in your room?"
I don't know why but it made him smile. I raised a brow at him.
