“Hi Tiffany, what's up with you? You okay?” Roman's worried voice asked, as soon as the call was answered.

Tiffany glanced at Brent, who was gently stroking her hair, while she laid on his laps, she smiled softly and looked away.

“Hi Rome, I'm good, You?”

“I'm fine. I was worried about you the other night, I tried calling you but it wasn't going through. Hope things are cool?”

Tiffany's smile grew wider, which seemed to irritate Brent, as he stopped patting her hair and listened to their conversation.

“Awwn, you're such a worry-head. Anyways I'm okay, doing great, as always.” She laughed.

Roman seemed to laugh too, “Is Brent...