'Who was it...?'
That was a question that crossed Rita's mind every so often as she tried to write, but no matter how hard she tried to find the culprit...
Nothing.
It was simply impossible for someone she didn't know to end up with that number, since only the publishing company she worked with had it.
Sure, her phone used a dual SIM and the other was with which she had the rest of her contacts, but she couldn't get the strange contact who wrote to her yesterday saying he was coming to her house today out of her head...
At 6:00 a.m.
"Seriously... I thought it was that damned editor with some good news, but it was just a clown," Rita whispered as she stopped writing.
Her editor was a strange, yet responsible person. And as the deadline for her next book was getting closer, she thought maybe that idiot had lost his phone.
1:29 p.m.
Seeing the time on her phone, Rita got up and decided to see if her mother was preparing something to see if it was better to go out or stay home to eat something before continuing to write.
Once Rita went down from her room to the lower floor of the house, her and her mother's eyes met. It seemed her mother was in a hurry.
"Daughter?" Jennie asked, surprised.
"Is lunch ready?"
"Oh, no. I don't have time today. I have to rush to the hospital."
"Did something happen?"
"Nothing serious. Your father overdid it with the drink so I'm going to pay him a small visit," said Jennie with a small smile.
"I understand..." Rita responded, frowning.
The truth was she didn't want to go out to eat.
'Maybe I should ask a maid to prepare something...? No... that would take too long...', Rita thought inwardly as her mother left.
Several minutes passed until she made a decision.
Pizza.
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"Ha, ha, ha! Yes, so when it was time to light the grill, nobody knew how to light it! And when we all turned to look at the one who had originally suggested it, he didn't know how to do anything!"
"What? And nobody ever thought to ask him before going through all that?" Sheila asked, confused.
"Treit, when a friend tells you they're going to light a rocket, do you ask if they know how to light the fire?"
Sheila pondered Benjamin's question as she started the car, since the traffic light had turned green.
"Let's see... no, but..."
"See?" Benjamin said excitedly, interrupting what Sheila was about to say next.
Driving and talking was dangerous, so Sheila kept her eyes on the road while thinking carefully about her response.
"But it depends on what we're going to do! It's not the same to..."
"To do what, Treit? You don't ask. If a friend suggests something, you just do it."
Benjamin made this statement with such confidence that for a moment he almost convinced Sheila.
For a fleeting moment, several memes of men doing dangerous things just for fun flashed through Sheila's mind as she remembered Benjamin's statement.
"Now I really understand why men live shorter lives..." Sheila said softly.
"But was it fun?" Benjamin asked with a smile.
"Benjamin... the threshold of..."
"Of what?" Benjamin said, intending to interrupt Sheila.
"You know, the danger..."
"Come on, Treit! A little excitement in one's life doesn't hurt anyone!"
Sheila sighed, knowing that arguing about it with him any longer would be pointless.
"Well, we've had enough about me and my student days. What about you?"
"I..."
Sheila stopped the car again, as they were at another red light.
"I'm a better listener than speaker. You keep talking."
"Oh come on, don't be like that. At yesterday's meal you were a very good speaker," Benjamin said in a tone that left much to the imagination.
"What? Don't talk nonsense," Sheila said, trying to hide her embarrassment.
"Yes, I often talk nonsense."
Sheila let out a small laugh.
Benjamin was a serious case.
"But... wait a minute. How much longer till we get there? We've been driving on this road for several minutes and you haven't given me any more directions."
"Ha, you're good at changing the subject," Benjamin said softly, pointing to a junction that wasn't too far from them.
"Do you see that sign that says Great Wolf Trade Zone? Turn in there and all we'd have to do is find a parking spot."
Cars began honking their horns, as the traffic light had turned green and Sheila had not started her car.
'Seriously. Not even a second has passed! These people are so impatient.'
Reacting instantly, Sheila started the car while Benjamin teased her.