After making the bed, both of them sat on their balcony which gave them a perfect view of their garden. Greenery was surrounding them, giving a peaceful and serene atmosphere. Zebra gave Zaroon his tea on which he frowned looking at the tea instead of his coffee.
"Zehra, I don't drink tea!" Zaroon told her when she sat down with her teacup beside him.
"What?" she exclaimed with surprise in her voice. She looked at him as if he had grown two horns on his head.
"I. Do. Not. Drink. Tea." he said every syllable slowly thinking she must have heard something else.
"That I heard very well but how can someone not drink tea! TEA!" She said in exasperation as if it was a big crime.
He rolled his eyes on her overdramatic self. And shook his head at her antics.
"Has anyone told you that you are a little too much overdramatic?" He asked her with a curious expression on his face.
