The Rematch: Trickery Edition

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Wafflehouse continued the rest of the work week with the pressure of winning in his head. It was now Saturday. The day of the debate. He slept in till 11 a.m. and got got up. Wafflehouse made sure to get plenty of rest before the debate. He needed to stay relaxed so he wouldn't mess anything up. He wiped the crust from his eyes and got up. Wafflehouse made his way to his closet and changed into casual clothes for the day. He went into the kitchen for food and sighed when he remembered that there was barley any food in the kitchen. He didn't even bother to go outside because already knew about his lack of transportation.

Wafflehouse pulled out his phone, took a deep breath in and a large exhale out. He contacted his...friend. She told him she would be there soon. Wafflehouse grabbed his laptop and everything he would need for the day. He put on his shoes and headed towards the door. Before he left he forgot to do something. He quickly ran to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. Wafflehouse glanced down at his floss and sighed "Not today." He recieved a notification on his phone saying that his ride was here.

He walked outside and hopped into the car. "Hey." Wafflehouse was still hesitant but more relaxed around her than normal. There was nothing that was going to work him up today. He needed to keep his job. "I need a ride to Starbucks."

"Okay!" Uber started to drive. "My boss has noticed my progress. Thanks to you, he has noticed how I haven't gotten a complaint in a few days. He told me I'm on the path to righteousness." Uber still had her iconic smile going on.

"That's...great." Wafflehouse tried to sound enthusiastic for her. But the way her job functioned worried him. "Have you ever wanted to quit your job?" Wafflehouse asked bluntly.

Uber slammed on the breaks and looked back at him. She starred at him for a moment before speaking. "No." Uber didn't speak for a moment. Typically her responses were quick. "No one leaves." She was thinking of what to say "My old best friend left and no has seen her since. But my boss said she was deceived to leave. So it was for the best...she doubted him." She had a hint of doubt in her own voice. Wafflehouse felt that she loved her job but there was something that made her want to leave. " Sometimes I feel alone without any friends now." She mumbled. It was obvious she was uncomfortable by the conversation. Which was shocking to Wafflehouse, the person that makes everyone else uncomfortable was uncomfortable herself.

"Well..." Wafflehouse knew how uncomfortable she made him. But he couldn't help but to feel sorry for her "I know it's not much. But I'm your friend." What was he saying? The other day he told himself he wouldn't get another ride from her but today he's telling her he's her friend. Uber smiled, a genuine smile.

"Yeah, you're right, huh?" She chuckled and finally pulled into the Starbucks parking lot. "Were here." She quickly jumped "Oh, I forgot the food you ordered." She grabbed the bag and handed it to him. Wafflehouse was going to eat it on the ride over. But he decided something else.

"It's for you. You picked me up really early so I thought you'd be hungry." He got out of the car and handed her money.

"Thank you so much." She looked down at it. She didn't tell him she wasn't allowed to eat it. Her job didn't allow her to eat whenever she wanted. She ate at a certain time and went hours not eating her next meal.

"No problem, it's what friends are for." Wafflehouse made his way toward the Starbucks. Uber looked down at the bag and looked around her. She quickly pulled the biscuit out and took a bite of it. She drove away with a real smile on her face as she chomped on the biscuit.

Wafflehouse went inside the Starbucks and sat down at the table. He placed his laptop on the table and plugged it into the wall. He had internet at his house but it was nice to work on things somewhere else. Wafflehouse jumped into line to order some coffee. He glanced over at the food display; trying not to be too tempted to order food as well. The food there was way too expensive.

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