I had mentally prepared myself for a meeting with just my mother and was not expecting Clara at all. And then it dawned on me that this was not just a challenge, but a date.
“Roman,” she said, standing up abruptly to acknowledge my presence, although I had not ordered her to do so.
“Clara,” I replied, in a tone that did not convey the slightest satisfaction at my discovery. Sure, I liked surprises, but Clara was nowhere near what I liked.
“You’re here,” I noted, although she was standing right in front of me.
“Yes, I’m here,” Clara said and walked toward me, causing me to raise an eyebrow. What was this little witch up to?
What I was not prepared for, however, was for Clara to wrap her arms around my neck and, bending her head, press her lips to mine.
What the hell?
I stood still as
