Diana held her cutleries in her hands as she peeked at the man in front of her, who was eating as though he had known her for ages.
He had promised to tell her what she had done last night if she took a shower and ate. She didn't want to leave the hotel looking like a stray cat, so she obliged.
They were eating now, and he wasn't even the least concerned that she was a stranger, he was so relaxed.
Diana picked her cup of juice and sipped; ''ehem; so can we talk now. '' her lips stretched into an obviously fake smile;
Michael peeked at her, ''what's your name? ''
Her brows furrowed and she looked behind her, to know if there was someone there, when she saw no-one she turned to him; ''You mean me? ''
Michael frowned; ''is there any other person in this room? ''
Diana laughed; ''Wait, you mean, you don't know me? '' she stared at him unbelievably. Which citizen of America did not know her, did he wake up in a fridge or something?
