I went home not expecting Viscos to be around but surprisingly, I found him in the living room watching the news with a can beer on his right hand.
"Viscos," I called him to get his attention.
He slowly look at me and I was not expecting his warm smile as if we didn't had an arguments last night. But what would I expect to Viscos? We rarely argue, most of the misunderstanding happen between us is my decision to keep on running away caging myself in the past. What happen last night was a bit different than before. He burst out and I was not really expecting that.
"What's with that face Chèrie?" He ask when I didn't move on my spot, carefully looking at him trying to read what's on his mind.
"You look calm..." I point out with my serious face.
He shrug his shoulder and stand on his seat.
"What are you expecting then?" He ask.
"Aren't you mad at me?" I suppose.
