Day 21: In Which He Gives Her A Present
Elsa had just gotten comfortable on her couch when that stupid walkie-talkie screeched at her from the coffee table.
"Elsa! Can you hear me? Over."
Rolling her eyes, she tried to keep her attention on the book she had in her hands. She had barely read two sentences when the small radio cried once more.
"Hey, Elsa! Come in. Over."
Ignore him, Elsa. Ignore him. He'll get bored and will leave you alone. Just keep ignoring him...
"I know you're in there! Stop ignoring me!"
The bangs on the wall started, and she closed her eyes, massaging her temples with slow circles.
"ELSA!"
She reached for the annoying device with a grunt. "For heaven's sake, Jack! I'm trying to read here!"
"You didn't say over. Over."
She let her head fall back and frowned at the ceiling. "I'm throwing this stupid toy in the trash. Over."
"You can't! What if there's an emergency? Over."
"Then call me."
"But you keep your phone on silent. Over."
"Then yell."
"YOU SAID I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO YELL ANYMORE. WELL, MAKE UP YOUR MIND, WOMAN, BECAUSE HERE I AM TRYING TO MAKE THINGS BETTER IN THESE FUCKED UP TIMES AND—"
Elsa pinched the bridge of her nose. "Dear Lord, it's like I've got you stuck inside my brain."
"Aw, I can't get you out of my brain either, Elsa."
