"What is it that we have to talk about so much, that made you decide that locking me up in here is a genius idea?" Annoyance flared up in her.
But she must have realized that it wasn't going to help her in any way at all, because she pulled out a chair and sat right across him.
"Us," he curtly said.
"As far as I know, there's nothing to talk about." She looked away from him.
"All I can tell you concerning what you're doing is that, the longer you do it." He sighed. "The longer you'll keep us stuck here in this kitchen."
"Okay, fine." She threw her hands up in surrender.
"I'm willing to play ball, just to get out of here."
"Good," he smiled victoriously.
"What do you want from me?" She folded her arms over her chest, in a defiant manner.
"Only the truth and honesty," he said.
