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Word Prompt: Point


"Was the food okay?" you ask, as we both begin to clean up the table.

"It was amazing," I answer truthfully. It's been too long since I've eaten Chinese take-out, and I make a note not to go months without it again.

"Well, I'll remember that for next time," you chuckle, and my head snaps up. "There will be a next time, right?" Your face falls slightly as you say it.

"Yeah, sorry," I cough out. Throughout dinner you told me stories of your life and the academy, because my voice wasn't lasting me more than a few minutes at a time. "I, just didn't expect you to want to hang out again. I haven't been the greatest host."

"Whatever you say, but it's not like you're boring. I know you still don't feel well," you say sincerely, and it makes me smile.

I feel like I should say or do something, but I'm at a loss. I feel like I'm walking out of step here, and I don't know how to get back on track.

"So, Bella, what do you do for fun?" you ask as you walk up behind me.

"I like to read and coupon. Really, I'm not that exciting," I state plainly. "I work a lot, and I go out with friends every once in awhile. It's normally just dinner and drinks though."

"Well, then, come out with me this weekend. I'm not working a security guard anymore, and I don't start with your dad until Monday," you hint, but instead of feeling happy I sigh.

"I would, but I have so much work to catch up on, and all of that," I state as my finger points to the stack of inserts I have yet to touch. Getting behind kills me every single time, and it's why I work on the same schedule every week.

My binder is set up in twenty-six categories. Each category has a corresponding letter with an index in the front. Every week I put new coupons in and I take expired ones out. Now that it looks like I have twenty sets of inserts to go through with another thirty the coming week, I know I need to buckle down and do it, or I won't ever get to it.

"So, you need to organize all of that first?" you tease with a chuckle to your voice. I don't know if I should laugh too or be embarrassed.

I nod my head yes, and you smirk.

"Well, get to clipping, because I'll be here first thing Saturday morning," you inform me with a serious tone. "And, Bella, I'm not taking no for an answer."

You lean down and brush your lips against mine. I should focus on how gross I still feel or that I can get you sick, but all I can seem to feel is the same lightning from earlier.

I don't know how long it takes for me to come back from my you-induced fog, but when I do you're gone, and so is my coupon stack. I don't understand the point of stealing my coupons, but you're no longer just a stalker...you're a stalking coupon thief!