She wasn’t supposed to be there. But she was. He was pleasantly surprised. It was like finding cookies in a packet marked wheat bran.
“What are you doing here?” He asked.
“I’m here just for you dear.” She said. “What else are days off for?”
They spent time together doing all the things they loved. Like eating pastries, breaking his colleagues’ fragile hearts, and running around screaming “WHY, Jennifer, WHY?”
They parted.
Then she met her friend.
“What are you doing here?” the friend asked.
“I’m here just for you dear.” She said. “What else are days off for?”
They spent their time together doing all the things they loved. They had their little girlie talk, they hunted vampires, and they made hot girls feel unloved.
They parted.
She ordered a cheese palak dosa.
She felt guilty about lying to her friends.
Then she saw the hot thing that had stolen her heart before her.
“It’s been so long,” she said to it. “I’m actually here just for you!”
The cheese palak dosa said nothing. It knew that this time she was telling the truth.
