Sarah is already crying when she enters the room. I look up at her from my already half finished bottle of beer as she flops on the bed, face down, and kicks off her sandals.
"Bitch, you could have waited for me to come," she says through muffled sobs.
"Your phone was busy. What were you doing anyway?" I pick up a pillow and try to squash her head with it. She jerks back, sit up and throws the pillow at my head. Now I can talk to her.
"Having a fight with Prayas. He is calling me on and off all day long ever since I broke it off with him." She grabs a beer and asks for the opener.
"There is no opener. Give it here," I take the beer bottle, put the head under my canines, and give it a tug upward. It comes off.
"Nice," she says, taking the bottle out of my hands.
"Tell me something. Are you familiar with the fact that this is 2020, and technology has advanced a lot?" I ask her.
