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! Mam. It's better to let her sleep on me than have my throat encircled by her! She is kinda...