Incoming call
**Jamie**
"Jam jam!!!"
"Why the hell is there a order slip outside my door ??!!!"
"Ah ! So got my order. Well hurry up it's going to be late."
"No. How the hell did you even get my address ?! And how did you come here.?!"
"Well first of all.... Your brother gave me the address and did you know how near is your place from the grocery store ?! Ooh ! And it is an organic grocery store !!!"
"I know that."
"You know ?"
"My family owns that grocery store."
"..."
"..."
"THAT'S SO COOL !!! Why didn't you tell me this before. ??!! Wow !! Its awesome !"
"Yeah. Now about that order."
"Yeah ? What about it ?"
"Why do you keep ordering/forcing your orders from me ?! I mean the shop is closed and this place has a lot many other better shops. Why here ?"
"Well....your food feels like home. You know , its the kind of feeling that I get when my mother cooked for me. Not that I am comparing you with my mother cause that would be very weird. Like you are half her age and stuff and plus you are a boy whereas she-"
"Ya ya okay I get it ."
"Yeah. So that is it I guess. It reminds me of my mother. I love your food to be honest and I would love to eat it everyday for the rest of my life if possible !!"
"Wow. Uh. I didn't know. Well. Thanks I guess.?"
"Your welcome. So jam-jam what Will it be today?"
"Well your note says and I quote ' Anything with lots of cheese and French fries ' so what do you want ?"
"Surprise me jam-jam . surprise me !"
"Surprise you ? Okay let's see."
"Hmm"
"So I will get going then."
"Okay. See you later."
"Um.bye."
"Bye !"
Call ended.
