Never in his life has he ever pitied women as he did now. Golden eyes shift back and forth along the aisle, bland confusion making its way into his face as he pick up a package of pads. Is this what she was looking for? He reads it over before shrugging. It matched her vague description at least. On the way to checkout, he snags a small box of chocolate, knowing that at least she’d want that, right? He gives the cashier who scans him out a hard stare as she titters about the boyfriend picking up pads. Why am I doing this again? Only to humor a whim, he’s sure. Plucking up the bag, he’s quick to mount his cloud to find this mysterious texter.
What he finds, when he peeks into a window of the address, is that bratty college student. And he snorts, rolling his eyes as he easily sneaks into the building, finding her door. Writing out a quick note on a scrap piece of paper, he sends her a text stating that the bag was just outside her door. And he leaves, snickering to himself. The note read, “You know, little teacher to be, I think the first lesson you should teach is checking your phone to see whom you texted. Just a thought. –That poor business man you harassed at the park.”
Maggie runs to the door, and as soon as she read the note, her cheeks flushed and she grabbed her phone and practically smashed the screen as she tapped it.
[ Text ] ASSHOLE. WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME IT WAS YOU?
Oh god, this was so mortifying. She just went ahead and asked a practical stranger, one that she basically hated on top of that, to go and get her some pads. Would she ever be able to live it down?
[ Text ] Thanks. The chocolate was a nice touch
At least she tried to be civilized about the whole thing. Besides, it’s a whole lot easier for her to be polite over a text.