An small orchestra went off in her pocket and she answered with a careful, “Hia.”
“Could you get me some things? So I don’t have to go out, I look terrible and way too easy to mug.“, He boyfriend asked in a hoarse voice, he was bedridden by some kind of animal crossover flu.
“And I don’t?“ She asked.
After she listened to a session of him sneezing and coughing into a couple of handkerchiefs he continued, “What? No way. You look like you do body building, they wouldn’t dare to try and rob you.“
That was his way of convincing her, and he was good at it, without really realizing only an hour later she was on her way back home with two shopping bags hanging from her broad shoulders.
She got into the elevator and so did someone else, a guy she had seen many times before, who lived on another floor then she did.
Every time when she would be in an argument with her boyfriend about something again, she imagined what he was doing at that exact time, while they were arguing about who’s job it was to clean up the house or some other meaningless subject, she wondered if he was sorting out his fridge magnets collection or looking up photos of ice sculptures behind his computer.
But this was the first time he was standing this close to her, their eyes met for a brief moment as he pressed the one of the buttons on the panel, he pressed 3, she pressed 4.
“That’s a lot of groceries for one girl to carry on her own. But you seem to have no problem with it, do you work out? Those are some strong looking arms.” He asked with a careful smile on his face.
And from that moment on she no longer wondered if he collected fridge magnets or even like ice sculptures, he was just like her boyfriend always commenting on her strong build.
“Build like a mule.”, Or at least thats how her grandfather described it at Christmas family gatherings.
He got of the elevator and his door was almost exactly across from the elevator, he looked over his shoulder and smiled, she kept a strict face and her eyebrows were shaped like two forward and backslash showing him how angry she was.
The elevator doors close.
“Could you get me some things? So I don’t have to go out, I look terrible and way too easy to mug.“, He boyfriend asked in a hoarse voice, he was bedridden by some kind of animal crossover flu.
“And I don’t?“ She asked.
After she listened to a session of him sneezing and coughing into a couple of handkerchiefs he continued, “What? No way. You look like you do body building, they wouldn’t dare to try and rob you.“
That was his way of convincing her, and he was good at it, without really realizing only an hour later she was on her way back home with two shopping bags hanging from her broad shoulders.
She got into the elevator and so did someone else, a guy she had seen many times before, who lived on another floor then she did.
Every time when she would be in an argument with her boyfriend about something again, she imagined what he was doing at that exact time, while they were arguing about who’s job it was to clean up the house or some other meaningless subject, she wondered if he was sorting out his fridge magnets collection or looking up photos of ice sculptures behind his computer.
But this was the first time he was standing this close to her, their eyes met for a brief moment as he pressed the one of the buttons on the panel, he pressed 3, she pressed 4.
“That’s a lot of groceries for one girl to carry on her own. But you seem to have no problem with it, do you work out? Those are some strong looking arms.” He asked with a careful smile on his face.
And from that moment on she no longer wondered if he collected fridge magnets or even like ice sculptures, he was just like her boyfriend always commenting on her strong build.
“Build like a mule.”, Or at least thats how her grandfather described it at Christmas family gatherings.
He got of the elevator and his door was almost exactly across from the elevator, he looked over his shoulder and smiled, she kept a strict face and her eyebrows were shaped like two forward and backslash showing him how angry she was.
The elevator doors close.
