Jámila Diallo, 22, is laser-focused on getting into dentistry school in her father's footsteps. With her future all planned out, nothing can distract her-until she moves back into her new apartment. Just downstairs, there's a special shop run by Zac...
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Three thuds woke me up from my nap on a Saturday afternoon around 7 pm the rays of light bled through my curtains, I would've stayed in bed if I hadn't made contact with the light. I managed to roll myself out of bed and the floorboard creaked under my weight as I walked towards the door.
I put my eye on the peephole searching for the intruder that dared ruin my nap, but I came up inconclusive. I opened the door to get a better look but I was met with an oven-proof dish covered with a plastic wrap to trap the heat in.
The card was addressed to me and the person had slotted a hundred-dollar bill between the pages.
Dear Jamila,
Hope your car and license are alright, enjoy the homemade red, white and blueberry pie.
If you want to thank me for the pie here's my number.
The card didn't have to be signed for me to know who the culprit was, the man's actions had cost me $250 because the idiot decided to ignore 5 traffic lights. I hadn't had contact with him for over a week and my life was uneventful, the way I liked it.
I poked my finger at the pie tearing through the plastic wrap straight into the warm and sticky bottom, making sure to get a real scope, my finger emerged with both creme and some blueberry. I lick up the pie from my fingers and nod, that was some good pie.
Did I eat a stranger's pie?
Yes.
But he wouldn't kill he would torture me first to make sure it was a slow painful death, the pie was safe to eat. I take it indoors locking the door behind me, I grab the bamboo placemats I had bought on my trip to Thailand and leave the dish to rest on the counter.
As for the $100, he could shove it down the deepest, darkest part of his ass and whimper like a little bitch for all I care. I use my landline to dial the number on the on the 'sorry' card. My mother said it would come in handy and I didn't believe her because I had a phone but look at me now with a phone that had been shattered to pieces.
I ordered another that was coming tomorrow but in the fucking afternoon.
"Hello?" his voice was cautious but polite on the other end, I let the silence linger for a beat before finally speaking.
"Feels strange, doesn't it? Not knowing who's on the other end?" I paused, enjoying the moment. "Just thought I'd return the favour."
"Well played," His voice was warm, a hint of amusement in his tone "We have amazing talks on the phone, why can't it go like this in person?"
