Anna climbed the stairs, determined to reach the bedroom. He followed suit, entering the room just in time to witness her lying on the bed. She rested on her side, her pretty face still adorned with an unmistakable combination of anger and moodiness.
"You won't talk to me?" he inquired with a hint of desperation.
"You have someone to talk to, don't you?" she snapped back.
"You're still fixated on Marie? Is this jealousy I see?" he probed with a mix of curiosity and frustration.
"You expected me not to be," she said, her voice filled with a mix of hurt and anger. She couldn't understand why he was allowing his friend to hug him so tightly, even giving him a peck on the cheek. Her frustration boiled over, making it clear that she didn't want to discuss anything further. "I don't want to
