Chapter 11 Relations Between Them

“You're mad at me, aren't you?” Rafał asked, although he knew the answer perfectly well. Anita didn't say anything, but it was her silence that spoke the most.

Rafał felt anxious. He didn't like when Anita was angry with him. The girl was too important to him, in too many ways. He didn't like it even more when he didn't understand where her anger was coming from, because he couldn't correct his mistake then. And that's how it was now.

They were in his hotel room, which they had just entered. It was not an apartment, a simple, small single room, no living room, no fruit basket and fresh flowers, with the only convenience in the form of a bathroom with a shower, sink and toilet. On the beige wall hung a cheap picture from a bookstore, showing a basket of roses. There was a dense curtain in the window with no curtains or blinds. An ordinary, small and modest room in an ordinary small and modest hotel.

But Rafał did not need the comforts of space. A bed