CHAPTER 100

SEPTEMBER'S POV " Favorite color?" I asked, smiling. " Color?" He blurted out in distaste. " Yes, color." I repeated. He made a face and then gestured me to skip the question. I clenched my jaw and took another sip of coffee which he had made for me. This is not done. We have decided after my enormous request, if I may add that I'll ask him questions and he'll answer me because I couldn't live with a stranger. Nope, never. But he's been irritating here. I've asked him few...