David
It was December 31st, the last day of the year, and I was exactly where I’d spent most of this cursed month: at my office, drowning in work. Not because I had to, but because every second spent away from it was consumed by thoughts of Laura. Thoughts that were driving me insane.
My phone buzzed on the desk, its screen lighting up with yet another message from Daniel.
Daniel: Out of excuses. Seriously. She’s about to Venmo me right now.
I groaned. The man was hopeless.
Me: Stall her.
Daniel: With what? I’ve used everything. I said the landlord was in Hawaii for a funeral. Then I said he was in space for a NASA project. What’s next, he’s in hiding because of alien a*******n?!
I smirked. Not bad.
Me: Tell her the landlord’s a conspiracy theorist who doesn’t trust online payments
