Stumbled In Love [Complete]

4.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"You are late. Again."

"You have a dog?"

"Lookie here, we just found our resident Sherlock Holmes. What was the uber covert clue you discovered, detective? The 20 pound bag of dog food I ordered?"

"Ah so we are going to be a special kind of snarky today huh?"

"Well the dose of snark would be significantly lower if you actually managed to do your damn job. Yesterday you brought back only half the stuff on my list. At this rate you should worry a little less about my tone and a little more about not making it through your probation."

"Are you kidding me right now? It was only half the stuff cause you made me return every freaking thing that wasn't exactly the way you wanted. For heaven's sake how picky can a man be about trash bags? It's literally for trash. I had to go to five different stores to find the exact type of bags and you still ended up complaining."

Is it wrong that I could barely conceal my chuckle the more he grumbled about trash bags? Maybe Sol was right, I do have that sadistic bone in my body. And I might even be lying if I don't accept that I was purposely making my demands exceeding more intricate just to listen to him grumble at the end of the day.

"Well, in that case maybe rethink if you really want me to sign up for next month. Leave the groceries in the box by the door as usual. You will find the printout for stuff for tomorrow too. Buh-bye now, all your whining is making me dizzy."

I heard the more muted mumbling as his footsteps retreated away from the door only making me smile that much wider. Waiting till I heard the distinct ping of the elevator leave my floor before I swung open the door to collect the goodies my non-hooker had bought for me today. I might threaten him here and there but barely a week in and I was already getting a little bit spoiled with this home delivery with the added benefit of messing with the delivery boy. To be honest I was secretly even looking forward to tomorrow evening to rib him some more.

Weird, if you really think about it, seeing how I am the most anti-social being on Earth. Infact other than Sol, and now Kongpob guy, there were only two other humans I would interact with on a semi-normal basis.

First, being my editor cum publisher Erica, who was...actually let's hold off on that introduction until we absolutely need to, cause the one cardinal rule I believe everyone should live by is to avoid evil, blood sucking witches until your life depends on sharing breathing air with them. And even then at times I would say living might be considered the lesser of the two choices.

And then finally we come to the fourth and final person that will be pertinent to this tale. That is none other than Mrs. Paikarn.

Now obviously, your very next question will be who the hell is this Mrs. Paikarn? And should we instantly be hating her just like we do the rest of our incompetent species.

Well, Mrs. Paikarn was my school teacher from grade 1 to grade 4, ofcourse. She was someone who had punished me more times than I could remember to count for getting Sol to do my homework, or worse still unleashing his wrath on our school's resident bullies.

But then she was also the only teacher who would pat my snot filled nose dry as I secretly cried in the lonely broken boy's toilet after school when no one ever wanted to play with me. She would hear me whine for hours on end when I was convinced that I was the unluckiest kid on Earth. She would even buy me my favorite popsicle on days that were more difficult than average. In fact the day I heard she was moving schools till now remains the day I first understood the meaning of the word depressed.