Chapter 70

“Nice,” he said as he sat on my bed as I pour him a glass of water. “The room is small,” I looked back at him as I carried the glass of water to him on a tray and he took it gulping it down. “I wasn’t speaking French,” I gave him a sarcastic reply to his previous remark and he shrugged. “I could’ve understand if you spoke French anyways,” he shrugged. “You know French?” I asked and he shrugged. “Wow!” I exclaimed as I kept the empty glass back on the counter. “Yes,...