**Peter's point of view**
Naomi didn't want to tell me anything, on the phone. She sounded upset, but i wasn't sure if i read the signals wrong. She asked me to give the phone directly to Adrena, so i didn't even have time to ask her, what was wrong.
I try not to read too much into that, they are best friends after all. But i wonder what's going on. I was so tempted to eaves drop, but i knew it was wrong. I stood awkwardly in my kitchen, and didn't know where to go. Lorenzo was in my bedroom, and Adrena was talking to Naomi in the living room. Suddenly, my apartment felt a liiiitle too crowded.
A couple of minutes went by, before i was saved by the bell - literally. The food was here, so i had to go and open the door for the deliveryman. The same instant i closed the front door behind me, Adrena approached me with my phone.
