Snow White: Part 2
He was the first to make the call. It took several tries and it was already later in the evening when she picked up. It was obvious from the sound of her voice that she had a rough night. “Ha…low?” --“Ey, it’s me. How’re you feeling?” “…tired. I’m so tired!” --“Sorry about that. It was just…” “I know…are you still at work?” --“Yeah, I had to show up. Client wanted to see a draft of the video we made.” “You mean, ‘you made!’” --“Well, I used you as a talent, remember? So, you’ll be in it!” She was still groggy from the punishment she had received the night before. He knew it was pointless to ask her out that night so he let her sleep some more. He was thinking that since they were still talking that there’d still be a chance, they’d see each other again. The following afternoon, he received a text message that said: “David’s Tea House, Morato. 9pm.” He smiled a mischievous smile when he saw it and started writing on a sheet of plain paper, how he wanted the video cut...