When we reached the cafe, Rose was sleeping like a bull, tired from her late night travelling from New York. She didn’t even took four hour sleep at night, too busy in emptying her suitcase in her closet.

I smiled to see her cuddling like a ball on Michael’s shoulder who was trying his very best to stay calm and composed. Rose laid her one leg over his lap, practically sitting on him while Michael shifted a little to get away from her.

“Don’t worry. I’ll wake her up now!”

“No! ...