Whispers of Betrayal

"Let's go in. I ordered," Roman said, leading me into a small private room on the second floor. Outside was a little balcony with flowers, and not far off was a field, giving it a countryside feel.

"Coffee?" Roman offered warmly.

"Thanks." I sipped my coffee slowly, then got up and went to the balcony.

Roman sat behind me, watching, and then softly said, "You look troubled. What's going on? Can I