“I was beginning to feel uncomfortable!”, Woodall shouted. The blaring music in the pub overshadowed his voice, anyway. Derek didn’t hear a thing.
Derek walked to him and sat in front of him. “Sorry I came late. I’ve been busy crying”, he said and sipped from the drink Woodall had prepared. “I’ve been dealing with a heartbreak”
“Which of you thought of the idea?”
“I’m sorry. What idea?”
“You know what I’m talking about so don’t waste my time”, Woodall retorted. He calmed down and leaned closer. “I called you because I believe you are more reasonable than Gretel and I’m sure one of you started this. It’s most likely you and that is why we are having this conversation. What do you think you are doing?”
Derek sighed and smiled, widely. “I am dealing with a heartbreak, like I said”, he mu
