This will be the death of me
WHO: Elizaveta and Sindre
WHEN: Sunday, 8 May. Evening.
WHERE: A park.
WHAT: Amends need to be made.
Sindre had been sitting on the picnic table staring at his phone for a good half hour, finger hovering over the talk button. He knew it was on him to make the call, but that didn't mean he was excited. He generally didn't care or didn't do things for which he didn't need to apologize for so as not to have to apologize.
But this time he had. And so it fell to him to rectify matters.
Finally hitting talk, he raised the phone to his ear. He couldn't help but hope the call would go to voicemail, but when it actually did default to it, he found himself disappointed.
Pressing "1" to bypass the extraneous instructions, Sindre took a deep breath before beginning.
"'Veta...It's Sindre. I wanted to call and say that...I'm ready to talk. Civilly. I'm at the park, and I'll be here for a while, if you're available."
With that, he flipped his phone shut, and settled in to wait.
WHEN: Sunday, 8 May. Evening.
WHERE: A park.
WHAT: Amends need to be made.
Sindre had been sitting on the picnic table staring at his phone for a good half hour, finger hovering over the talk button. He knew it was on him to make the call, but that didn't mean he was excited. He generally didn't care or didn't do things for which he didn't need to apologize for so as not to have to apologize.
But this time he had. And so it fell to him to rectify matters.
Finally hitting talk, he raised the phone to his ear. He couldn't help but hope the call would go to voicemail, but when it actually did default to it, he found himself disappointed.
Pressing "1" to bypass the extraneous instructions, Sindre took a deep breath before beginning.
"'Veta...It's Sindre. I wanted to call and say that...I'm ready to talk. Civilly. I'm at the park, and I'll be here for a while, if you're available."
With that, he flipped his phone shut, and settled in to wait.