The Rebound Game

Twenty Five

She knows I have no real reason to be indoors on a Saturday. Shirley is visiting her relatives in upcountry so I can't use her as an excuse.
She could post pictures on social media and I will never hear the end of it.

"What time do I need to be there?"

I end the call after promising to be there before eleven. It's just to humor her and get her off my hair. I try to close my eyes but unfortunately my big sister made sure that I am not getting any sleep past six a.m today.

I hand wash a couple of hoodies and socks before brewing a pot of coffee. I then settle with my cup on the couch and turn on mobile data.

As usual, I have texts from Christian which I reply and proceed to scroll through my Pinterest feed. His reply comes in a few seconds later and I abandon any pretense of acting busy.

It reads: Morning Princess. Is nt it a bit too early to be up at this hour considering it is a Saturday?

How he manages go keep up with the time difference is beyond me.
I have long given up on the standard greetings of good morning, good afternoon or even good evening. Every other time he has to politely remind me that he is seven hours ahead. It is therefore a no brainer why I scored a miserable D in high school level Geography.

It's not if your sisters idea of a perfect weekend is to manipulate you to be her unpaid caterer for the day

I don't know why I add the laughing emoji but it must be Christian's tendency to overuse them that is rubbing on me.

I am so glad not to be in your shoes right now. What's the occasion?

A small get together. Don't even know the guests hence my enthusiasm

Ha-ha. Must you be there though?
     
 Lets see. I could say I have a broken arm. How is that?
       
Perfect. You put too much pressure on your right elbow sending texts for five hours straight last night. Doc recommends two days of bed rest   

You clever old man. I bet you are a comedian real life. Or a radio presenter. Fifty year old architects don't appreciate sarcasm. Any adult above the age of thirty seven does not have a sense of humor. Period.

Why the assumption that I am right handed?

The angle at which you take your selfies, genius.

This reminds me that I am yet to convince him to share more pictures. So far, I only have one of his and three others of Zoe and their pet.

Actually, I have a better idea. He will not see this coming in a million years. I run my hands through my hair and adjust the ponytail. I then apply some lip gloss, mute the TV and open the curtains to let in more light. I need this video call to be perfect.

Why I hadn't thought about this before is because I only accept Whats App calls from Alex. My ego doesn't allow me to accept such calls from international numbers when they could just recharge and communicate the old fashioned way.

Let's see how Christian gets himself out of this one. I am still giggling uncontrollably when I tap on the call icon.