Something Creative (One-on-One)

She came in a few moments later, holding a few boxes triumphantly.

"Hope you're hungry."

 

"How can you say that?" she asked, sitting at the table. "It's research!"

 

She clicked her tongue, shaking her head.

"How could you?"

 

"Okay, well, what do you like?"

 

"But that's so indelicate!"

 

"Not having a plan."

 

"I don't know if that's true," she said, taking a slice. "I could see you having a delicate side."

 

She glanced up, her brow furrowed.

"What?"

 

"Yeah, for sure," she said, sliding him the box. Her phone rang on the table, and he would be able to see the caller ID showed that the call was from her dad. She glanced down and her face fell. She stood up, taking the phone.

"Excuse me for a moment."

 

She went behind a few bookshelves, but he would be able to make out some of what was being said.

"Hey, Dad... No, I haven't had... No, I know. I know. I'm sorry. I know. I'll work on it. Yeah, I know. I love you too. Bye."