She flattened herself against the door as much as possible. There were other places they could have spoken. She was already feeling awkward as fuck, but could understand Roman wanting privacy for their conversation. No matter how hard she tried, this was probably going to hurt on some level. She hoped that she could hide any frustrations she felt until their talk was over and done with.
Sabrina sat on the bed with her legs curled under her. Much as she appreciated that he was trying, she no longer knew what her 'normal' with Roman was. Laughing softly at the wink while doing an expert job of ignoring her stupid blushing, she conjured up a glass of lemonade. "Too true, I suppose. Have you ever tried a shandy?" she questioned as she snagged a bottle of beer and began to mix it into the lemonade. "It was the only way my aunties would let me drink beer when I was younger. Of course, they always did two parts lemonade to one part beer..."
Taking a sip of her drink when he spoke again, her eyebrows flew up when he said they could just shoot the breeze. As if it would be that simple. "Depends on how you mean all right..." she started, glancing down at her glass. "I mean, I'm alive and in good health, so on the most basic level, yes, I'm all right. How about you?"