Watching Amora practically run into her room I knew something was wrong. I untangled myself from Isaac who shot me a dirty look. I assured him that I'd be back as I entered her room. She was sitting on her bed, her face red and puffy. I sat on her chair and tried to talk to her. She wouldn't look me in the eye and kept avoiding my questions. It was so frustrating that she was being so stubborn. I wanted to know what the problem was. I wanted to know if her tear streaked face was my fault. I heard Isaac coughing in the living room. For a second I debated whether to stay and continue to talk to her. I could see that she had had enough for one day so I decided to try again later. Walking back into the living room I shot a dirty look at Isaac.
“What is her problem?” He asked, ignoring the look.
“I don't know.” I replied.
“She break up with her boyfriend?” He asked, sarcastically.
I swallowed. “If she told me something then I'd know.”
Isaac looked at me. “Okay, attitude.”
Slowly I worked myself into a comfortable spot on the couch. What was Amora's problem? Why was she so upset? I couldn't stop thinking about it. Several times I tried to finish watching the movie we had started but I couldn't stop thinking. Somewhere between being awake and falling asleep the phone started ringing. I fumbled over the back of the couch for it and pressed the talk button.
“Hello.” I grumbled into the phone.