Tea Time with Yah Girl, Rosa

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[The Next Day]

The wind softly ruffled the silk curtains hanging on the wide opened windows and sent the leaves of the potted plants littering the sill dancing. The glass clinked clear and in this quiet room, the sound of pouring water was refreshingly loud as a lady prepared tea diligently.

She then quietly retreated to the side and let us be, but the silence continued, growing by the second. My eyes are currently focused on the unspeaking woman sitting gracefully in front of me, a cup of tea in hand, drinking it unhurriedly.

Likewise, her eyes are also on mine, albeit more pensive like she's still deliberating whether me being here is a good idea.

The silence stretched. I'm already halfway finished with my tea but nothing has even happened yet. No one wanted to speak first, which is absurd, because the host should always start, shouldn't they? And yet this particular host remained mute.