'Where am I sneaking off to?' Avery repeated Ethan's question in her head. That was not what she was expecting at all. She had expected something like, 'What the hell are you doing here?' Or 'Who the hell gave you permission to come into my room?'
"Didn't Mr. Stephen give you my coffee?" He asked.
Avery who was still facing the door, nodded. "He did. I placed it on your bed side." She said, as she pointed to where she placed it.
There was a brief silence after she spoke, and she was starting to feel nervous. 'He must be wondering why I'm not looking at him. He would think I'm weird. What do I do?'
She heard him sigh, before he then said, "My coffee is getting cold." Annoyance was clear in his voice.
