The Story - Part I

With intrepid hands, she keyed in the number once again mentally making a note of the number of calls that she had made since morning. This time he picked up.

"Hey! How was the interview?"
"Horrible", he replied.
"Hmmm ... Why? What Happened?"
"Don't want to talk about it"
Snubbed again! OK. Time to end the conversation. Don't drag it. Let him be.

"OK. Am coming over to your room." Oh drat!!!!

She knocked nervously on the door. Room #229. Desperately hoping for a pleasant surprise. A grumpy face greeted her. No surprise.

She sat down smiling on the edge of the bed. She always sat there, trying to be as unobstrusive as possible. As usual, he occupied the red plastic chair leaving his previous position on the bed and adjusted his laptop to suit his new position.

He was still not looking directly at her. "What exactly happened in the interview?", she blurted.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"OK Fine. Let's go out for dinner. :) It's been ages since we went to Hong Kong."
"So? Go with somebody else"
She, still forcing a smile, "Oh Please, Let's go!! I'm not in a good mood and will make me feel better"
"PLEASE! DO I HAVE TO BE RESPONSIBLE FOR CURING YOUR DEPRESSION ALL THE TIME??!!!"
"Please lower your voice. Everybody can hear."
"So, only you can raise your voice at 3 a.m. in my room? If I do it at 7 in the evening, I'm wrong?!!!"