Chapter Twelve
Collecting Ideas
~Ethan~
"What up? "
That was the first thing Nicole said to me as soon as she picked up the phone. That was after I had rang her up, and she had only picked up on the third ring, on the third attempt. Mind you, I had already checked her schedule, so I knew she wasn't busy.
I could imagine her just looking at my caller I'd and then continuing to file her nails as it rang. It took patience when it came to her, and I had had years of practice already. Nothing new here.
"Good afternoon to you, Weaver Bird. "
"If you call me that again, I'm hanging up and blocking you till God knows when. "
"Alright. I won't do it again. "
"Good. So to what pleasure do I owe this call?" I could imagine her sipping on a drink, her legs crossed with probably cucumbers on her eyes. "Did someone important to us die? "
