Coincidences

Act XXXIX

"Wow, you two," Rocky watched comfortably from the sofa. Surprisingly, despite having eaten a can of Pringles and gulping down a Pepsi after that, no, make that two, there still weren't any stains on the cushions at all.

"You can't seem to shake off that tie. When are you gonna finish?"

It's been a while now, since Ty and I have been playing this stupid game. It clearly is stupid, isn't it? To play a kid's game for a girl. That's absurd. And yet, we're still doing it. It's almost time for me to go home, too.

"Can we stop now?" I desperately asked, tired of the "coincidental" series of draws. I've had enough of this nonsense.

"Going home?" Ty interrogated me.

After a swift nod, he said, "Ok, let's finish this on the way down."

We continued the game on the elevator, whilst Rocky, the announcer, led the way. As the doors open, he guided us, "This way, folks. We'll see who will triumph over the other. No man has seen a match like this."

We were at the lobby now, slowly walking our way to the entrance. Rocky went on saying gibberish.

"The action is underway. Ooh, rock. They tied once more. They try yet again. Oh, no. Draw, rock, how Rocky the Rock would like it. Here they go. They're serious now. Yikes. Their fists tally up to a―."

At that moment, Rocky opened the last set of doors, and Ty and I had rock again. As he said, fists in the air. Not only that, guess who was there, staring at us on the sidewalk, terrified.

Zoey.