Dear jumjum...
'Twas a misty night. She glanced at the clock, grabbed her keys, put on her spectacles and headed out into fog. The air smelt of salt. She hurried along, sending him a text:
I'll be waiting at the seafront restaurant entrance.
She wondered if she would be able to spot him first. A brief phone call and a few texts were all that had exchanged between them. She crossed her arms and waited. "Is that you?" He said with no prelude. "Yes, do you have it?" He handed her the package. "I'll let you know when I get yours-" "No, actually I've already received mine..."
She walked back through the clouds of mist, feeling as if she just made a drug transaction.
Back in her room, she ripped the package open- her Biochemistry book that arrived a week late!
*atm*
No comments:
Post a Comment