16

Sofia.

Nial was the one to sigh and get up, stomped his way to type in the code and unlocking the door for the new incomer.

I looked over the door to see a beautiful woman maybe in her late forties, with brown hair and brown eyes showing her evident concern and anger. She had Nial's eyes was the only thing I noted.

She strode into the room, her hands shaking at her sides, eyes blazing with concern and discernible anger.

"Γιατί διάολο δεν άκουσα από κανέναν ότι επέστρεψες; και γιατί στο διάολο δεν απαντούσες στις κλήσεις μου, νόμιζα ότι κάτι σου συνέβη-" she shouted out but soon became aware of my presence and paused to eye me with a curious yet skeptic look etched on her face.

(Why the hell haven't I heard from anyone that you came back? and why the fuck didn't you answer my calls, I thought something happened to you-)

"Who are you?" That was the first thing that she said to me. Her eyes were hard as steel and her mouth pursed into a thin line expressing her irritation.

"I-uh I'm Sofi