Silence. Then, finally:
“I’m at work. Now that you’re already there… why not buy the bread?”
Passersby watched her shift from fury to disbelief to reluctant laughter. He’d outplayed her. And she had taken the bait—beautifully.
Still holding her phone, she typed:
“You’re going to regret this when you get home. But fine… I’ll buy the bread.”
His reply?
“Thank you, my love! And tell Valerie I said hi.”
Rolling her eyes, she couldn’t help but smile. She bought the bread—and his favorite pastries too. Because as much as she wanted to stay mad, part of her admired the brilliance of his prank.
Back home, he was waiting at the door, arms open, grinning like a kid who’d just pulled off the perfect joke. She tried to glare. She tried to hold her ground. But his triumphant smile cracked her resolve. She burst out laughing, dropped the bag on the counter, and collapsed into his arms.Continue reading…
