She emerged and left the door behind ajar. She smiled as I rose and embrace her. I lead her to the couch and we sat side by side. There was nothing but silence filled with some tiny drops of rain making a little noise outside. "Sorry I didn't pick up your call. I thought it was my alarm," I finally broke the silence. She turned to me and said in her cold voice, "Really there's no need to lie. I know you dislike a phone call." I tried to hide my edginess by laughing but my voice was shaking. The silence filled the air once more. "Sorry, again." I squeezed her palm. It was cold and dry like a snowflake. She pulled her hand and thrusted it into her trouser pocket. She pulled a lighter. A minute later the smoke started to fill the air conditioned room we were in. It started to smothers me but I said nothing. "Say something," she finally said, as if she could read my mind. "Which one of it? Something you will be pleased to hear...