Michael's eyes widened again when he heard what just came out of the woman's mouth. The expression on his face showed that he was very surprised.
Our room.
The words rang clearly in his ears. It was like a beautiful melody that sounded very pleasant to his ears and he could not believe that he would hear the word.
Michael swallowed his saliva, looking at Sarah who was clearly drunk.
"Our room… you mean…?" Michael wanted to make sure. He was afraid that he had heard it wrong or was assuming that what he thought was what Sarah meant.
"Are you becoming forgetful because you are old? You old man!" Sarah said with an annoyed expression that Michael didn't seem to be able to think as fast as usual.
Michael looked surprised again to hear Sarah calling him an old man, a nickname he totally thought he would never hear again. However, he didn't say anything because he knew the woman was drunk.
