A Very Sticky Situation (Completed)

9: Papers

Ana's POV

"It is a very funny story," she chuckles. "Promise not to laugh?"

"I'm not gonna promise that hence I tend to laugh at inappropriate times but for you, I'll try," I warn.

"I will surely laugh," Glory admits guilt, a palm raised and grinning. "I hope you won't get angry."

"In Ana's words, I'll try not to," she giggles, the sound of her laughter full of happiness as her fluffy cheeks puffs a little. "We met at the zoo."

"Um that's not bad," I console, not comprehending why she was scared earlier.

"No, you don't know half of it," she cackles. "We bumped into each other at a pig stay, I was rushing away from the foul scent when we both crashed, provoking me to fall and him land on me."

"Okay, I currently see why you warned us," I snicker, Glory shaking in humor in her seat. "Go on."

"He scrambled up immediately after crushing me with his weight for a second or two of course," she enlightens. "He apologized and offered me a hand but his stamina wasn't right so we fell once again, and this time I was the one on top."

"Oh shit!" Glory clamor's as I stare in amazement.

"Was it a curse?" I query, breaking into fits of giggles.

"I don't know!" She shouts blocking her face in embarrassment.

"I'll put that down," I notify doing as I say. "Can you tell me his hobbies?"

"He loves sports, and when I say sports I mean every one of them, he will play all if he can," she titers. "He likes to read which is a total opposite from me thus I get bored the minute I read the first line but that's his second-best thing after sports of course. He eats a lot too."

"Every man eats a lot," Glory inputs.

"But his seems a bit weird you know, when he's watching TV he's eating, when he's reading, the same thing, talking, likewise, even during his morning exercise." She confides, placing a bunch of her brunette wig behind her ear.

"Isn't that considered unhealthy?" I consult in shock.

"I keep telling him that but he doesn't pay attention to my advice." She shakes her head.

"Hence we are talking about eating do you know his favorite food?" I explore before I conclude the interrogations for today.

"I don't think he has one. He lights up at anything edible presented to him," she expresses.

"Since that didn't work out, do you know his worst meal? Soup? Snack? Vegetable? Fruit? Anything?" I interview wanting to get a specific answer.

"Yeah, he hates avocado pear," she says bobbing her head. "His excuse is the color."

"What's wrong with the color?" I chuckle.

"Trust me I've asked that question a thousand times and got no response," she shrugs.

"I think we are done for the day," I let out, latching my pen and shutting the notepad. "Glory here will set another appointment, and this time your fiancee should be present."

"To avoid discrepancies," Glory snorts in my ear and I elbow her softly.

"What did she say?" Nonye inquires in confusion.

"Don't mind her," I voice in a tight smile.

"Okay then, let me go get you some drinks. What would you have?" She invites rising from her seat.

"Origin will be fine," I respond, securing the materials in my bag and zipping it.

"I'll take Mirinda please," Glory answers as she turns to head to the makeshift bar at the end of the room.