"You sound like a shrink."
"I don't."
"You do." He sighed. "I don't need fixing by the way, so if you think that's something you can do..."
"I don't want to fix you, Roman." She interrupted him. "Stop doing that, stop trying to spark an argument."
"I'm not."
"You are." She insisted. "It's your third time in one day. Sometimes I think you're bipolar."
"You're diagnosing me now." He stated.
Zadia rolled her eyes. "You're not serious right now? Of course, I'm not. Stop it."
"Stop acting like a shrink then."
Zadia glared at him, slapping the bandaid down on his nose, making him cry out in pain. "Oops." She said sarcastically but didn't back away although she was finished with him. "My hand slipped."
He glared at her. "Real nice of you, Zadia."
She waved him off, chuckling. "I barely touched you." Roman's glare faltered upon seeing her smile. There was this unexplained warmth that settled within him. "Outside... you were talking about knowing what you wanted, but your brother interrupted before you had a chance to say it."
Roman opened his mouth to reply but stopped because of his brother.
"Roman you piece of shit!" They heard Dario shout from the other room. "Where are you!"
"Speak of the devil." Zadia groaned heavily. "He's got a serious knack for interrupting people."
"Try growing up with him," Roman mumbled, hoping off the sink. He looked at Zadia. "Later on tonight, I'll tell you. We can also discuss... anything else that you see fit."
"Really?" She smiled again and then cleared her throat. "I mean, cool. Cool, cool." The both of them walked out of the bathroom, walking through the hall until they made it to the kitchen.
Once Dario saw them, he scowled. "Oh look, the fucking cowered and his fucking apprentice decided to show up." He held an ice pack to the back of his head. "What the fuck are you two doing in my house?" His face scrunched up, looking at Zadia in confusion. "Matter of fact, who the fuck is she? Since she likes to hit people in the head with vases!"
Zadia bit the inside of her cheek. "Sorry about that." She apologized.
"Dario this is Zadia, and Zadia this is Dario." Roman introduced, moving to the black fridge and opening the door. "Congratulations, you both are diabetic." He said, taking a thing of insulin and placing it on the kitchen island. "Mix this with this and you get the perfect dosage." Zadia hummed, putting the pieces together on how he knew so much about diabetes.
"That's why you're here? For insulin?" Dario questioned, his tone softer. Zadia went to take it, but he picked it up first. "I'm not sharing my insulin with miss vase thrower over here."
She frowned, lifting her hands in surrender. "Well excuse me, it's not like I didn't just apologize for it."
"You think an apology heals a major headache?"
"No, but it's the thought that counts."
"Would you two quit?" Roman huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You both are acting like children."
"No, we're not." Dario and Zadia said at the same time.
They looked at each other with their eyebrows raised. "He says that a lot, doesn't he?" She questioned Dario.
"He does. It's honestly so annoying."
"Right." Zadia nodded, before sticking her hand out. "I'm Zadia, Zadia Hamilton." She introduced herself. "Seriously, I'm sorry about hitting you with a vase. I just had to deescalate the situation."
ChApTeR - 15 pt 2
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