Chapter 4: (20 hours and 8 minutes earlier)
"Chuck…I need you to order us some take-out for dinner."
On the other end, Sarah thinks she hears a sigh. That couldn't be right. Did he actually miss her cooking?
Perhaps he was just distracted.
It could be a million things in fact. Had all her meddling finally gotten to him? Or was he simply annoyed that she'd ignored his suggestions over and over again?
"Okay." It was hard for her to gauge how he felt from a one-syllable response.
"From the Blue Diner."
Sarah thought she heard some scribbling on the other end.
"Sure." His second response was no help either.
She knew what he was going to think—
A/N: I'm sorry...
a) there was no way i could get around posting something this short. it's like this for a reason.
b) school has turned my brain to mush.
c) and if you are nice, i will post the next chapter of my other fic. and it will be longer than this post. and it will have chuck.
okies?