This is the third time I've knocked on Natasha's door without her coming to open it...

I wonder what is preventing her from opening her door and that was why I insisted on sharing a room with her but the stubborn lady is too adamant on keeping me out of her space.

Seconds later, I hear the key creaking and out she came with a puffy face which got me agitated.

"Are you sick?" I asked immediately, moving closer to her.

"No, I'm not" she replied, as she walked pass me.

It could either be two things......

Either shes sick or has been crying the whole night.

And since she...