Author's Note: Hello. Enjoy.
My hands are burning. Not literally, but they as though they're feel on fire after I kept writing continuously all day. "Stupid paperwork," I mutter darkly, cursing the day that paperwork was invented. Yes, I admit, that I haven't touched the infinitely growing pile in weeks. I didn't expect to find this much paperwork though! I sigh as I clear yet another pile. Suddenly, I feel like murdering a certain self-proclaimed prince. Seeing Fran pass by, I shout "Fran? Could you come here for a second?"
"What is it?" he asks, in his monotone way.
"Could you get the stupid prince here?" I ask, as I continue scribbling my way through another sheet of paper.
"If I do, will you go out with me?"
"Huh? Yeah, sure, whatever," I reply, not hearing what Fran just said.
"Good," he replies, giving me a kiss.
"Huh?" I stop scribbling away on the page to review what just happened. "EHHH?" I shout in confusion. WHAT? I WAITED THIS WHOLE TIME AND I DIDN'T NOTICE WHEN HE FINALLY ASKED ME OUT? Tragic, right?
