47: Not The Talk I Wanted

Camilla Drake and I were now inside the room. He dropped my bag close to the wall, and then he settled down on the bed. I was walking and looking around, and I heard Drake bringing out a sigh as if he was frustrated. "What's the problem?" I asked, giving him a sobersided face. "What?" He asked back, shrugging. I suspired, not wanting to take this further, cause I knew this man loved argument. And trust me, I'm in no room for arguments right now. I didn't even want to talk to Drake. We could just be around here, not saying anything, and I would like that pretty well. "So tell me," Drake started, clapping his hands. "Why are you here?" "How does that concern you?" I queried in a harsh tone. "Well, you looked pretty upset when I had gotten into the hotel. And I knew something was wrong. So look at us right now. You can tell me whatever's bothering you." "If I have a problem, you think I'm going to tell you about it?" I asked, looking at him pretty well. "Yeah. You see, I'm differ