"Are you kidding me? No, no I am grateful, very grateful. I just can't believe I – NO! Trust me it will be done in time, I just can't believe ::DIAL TONE:: ," she hung up the phone, "…I have to rewrite again."
The girl was on the brink of tears by this point. Out of anger and frustration she took all the pages she had written and bawled them up and threw them across the room. In a desperate attempt to prevent herself from crying she began rubbing her temples furiously and muttering to herself that she could do this.
It was during this time of utter despair that someone knocked on her door. "Oh you've gotta be kidding me," she sighed hopelessly as she got up to answer the door.
When she opened the door she gasped in shock: it was the two boys she had helped out earlier. The tall, blonde one had a dozen red roses in his hands; and the black haired one had a box of chocolates in his hands. "We just wanted to thank you," the blonde one started.
"If it wasn't for you, we would never have survived the day, or gotten the money to pay our manager back," the black haired one finished.
"Thank you," the girl said still stunned, "you didn't have to do this though."
"We insist," they said together handing her their presents.
"Thank you," she said taking them, "now I don't mean to be rude, but I do have a lot of work to do."
"Wait," the blonde one said as she was shutting the door, "Can we at least get your name? I'm Kendall and this is Logan."
"Hi, nice to meet you guys, my name's Kristin…and again, I don't mean to be rude or anything but I really have to go."
"Well…that didn't go how I thought it would," Logan commented as Kristin shut her door.
"Like she said, she had something to do; it must be really important."
"We're not going to let this go, are we Kendall?"
"Do you really have to ask?"