eBae → l.h

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Ellie

I impatiently tapped my fingers on the glass table, getting pretty annoyed. Tomorrow I had my first cooking lesson with my grandmother, because my mother forced me to say yes to granny's request, so I did. But as soon as we started looking for aprons, we regretted it. To our surprises, there were literally no aprons availabe.

So I ordered two from eBay, it was supposed to come weeks ago, but it didn't. So I had to make up excuses to granny until the aprons came, and today's excuse is still pending.

I groaned, dropping my forehead on the glass table, making a loud banging noise. I could actually tell people were giving me weird glares, but I didn't really care, my life was officially a wreck.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" Someone asked, I didn't bother looking up, I just gave the person a thumbs up. He/she cleared his/her throat, "Uh, I'm here." I looked up with my left eye shut, and the right one half closed, "I really don't care." And I dropped my head again, clutching onto my receipt.

There were three old women in front of me, obviously making it hard for the female worker. She told me to have a seat because apparently, 'it was too much work' for her.

After what felt like a few decades, a very, very pitchy yet annoying voice screeched "Ms. Winters?" I groaned, standing up and immediately slouching, limping toward the counter.

"Do you happen to have self respect?" The pitchy-voiced slag asked, staring at her nails. I eyed her head to toe, "Do you happen to have clothes?" She imitated my action, blowing her filthy bubble.

"How can I help you, Winters?" She asked, bringing her glasses to the edge of her nose- which was probably sharpened by surgery. "I ordered two things from eBay, and I keep getting receipts but nothing's there." I handed her the receipt.

"We didn't put the receipts in your post box, it must be your sender, sorry." She blew her bubble again. I sighed, the post boxes did have little holes in them, maybe the sender is playing jokes.

"Okay, thank you for your time." I mumbled, shoving the 'receipt' in my pocket and kicking stones as I passed people.

Just then it hit me, the person had his number on the receipt, maybe he wanted me to call him.. Wait- he could've just sent me an email. But I grabbed my phone and dialled his number anyway.

After several rings, a very deep, yet sexy voice spoke.

"Hello? Who's this?" He asked.

"Hey, uh, this is Ellie, I brought two things from you, they didn't arrive yet and it's been three weeks.." I coughed awkwardly.

"Yeah sorry, meet me at the Cafe in five minutes."

And the line went dead.