"Here, let me clean your coat. It's dirty."
"No, it's ok--"
"I insist. Now, take off your coat."
"..."
"..."
"Fine."
"That wasn't so hard, was it?"
Blake was silently looking around the room, observing.
There was nothing much there unless you counted the clotches, and laundry machines, obviously. Some chairs, pictures, and shelfs.
His eyes found a blue telephone and he couldn't help but smile.
Melissa was silently wash his coat while giving him a side glance. She sees him watching the telephone and smiled. She couldn't help but mirror his expression.
She put the coat in the drying machine and took a deep breath.
This is it.
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Povídky"Quick Clean Laundry! When it's dirty we make it clean, this is Melissa speaking." "uh...." "Hello?.." "I asked a cute girl her number and this is what she gave me" #3 in Short Story [8/1/16] Book One From Texts and Calls Series © Copyrights Reserved
