Zara's POV
"Hey babe, I don't care if you feel comfortable about this or not. I really have to know what the hell is going on! And I want you to start spilling it now! Right now!" Amy said furiously and it was obvious that she's really determined to never ask again if I do not talk this time.
"Hmm, what do you mean by that? Even if I'm not comfortable with it? I said uncomfortably and looked distressed.
"Yes! And I'm serious." She responded and gave me a taste of my own medicine… the death stare. I saw her eyes and snickered, but i noticed she wasn't joking and kept a serious face again.
"Okay then, he is…" I got another mail notification just after i started talking, i checked it and raised my head up, looking at Amy lifelessly. Looking miserable and confused.
Amy felt really sorry for me and cursed whoever's making me depressed but she still wanted to know what was wrong.
