Oliver pushed open the door of his second floor flat as he dropped both the helmet and his bag onto the entryway floor. It had been a long day in the library trying to unsuccessfully write more for his presentation.
Really all he wanted to do was sit on the couch, kick off his shoes and watch the new episode of Game of Thrones. Instead he opened up the back door and let Rufus, his oversized puppy in for the night.
Instead of turning on the television like he wanted he pulled out a textbook and plopped on the couch. Rufus followed him excitedly, ready to play whatever game Oliver was going to start. When he just sat there with his book in his hands Rufus jumped up next to him and curled up into a fluffy ball.
There he sat, trying to understand the complications that came with communication conflicts. After about an hour and a half later, just as he was getting ready to throw his book across the couch, his phone lit up.
With a sigh he pushed Rufus off of it and opened the message.
Unknown Number: You have to tell me this isn't how the book ends. I don't think any sane person is emotionally stable enough to handle this.
YOU ARE READING
Sincerely Yours
ChickLit"Oliver had watched the way she watched the world around her as they had walked to the café and he more than anything wanted a glimpse of what she saw." It all started with a single library card, a single book, a single note, a single girl, and a si...
