Devon sat on a sofa in the living room, across from Olivia, doing his best to avoid eye contact with her. He couldn't tell exactly what Olivia's question would be, but he had a clue what it could be about, and he dreaded it, so he tried to put the questioning session off for as long as he could.
Olivia sat on a sofa too, waiting for Devon to come around. To her, Devon didn't look like he was ready to start answering her questions just yet, so she waited for him to ready himself. But Devon kept looking at anything else but her, and it didn't seem like he would be getting ready anytime soon. Olivia was loosing her patience.
"Are you ready to answer my questions?" She asked him.
"Do we really have to do this?" Devon answered reluctantly, groaning as he threw his head back over the sofa.
"Yes! I stayed back on that condition. And you agreed to give me answers!" Olivia said.
