Day 50: In Which A Mailing Mistake Happens

"Hey, so… I got your package…"

Elsa adjusted the phone on her ear as she pulled her legs up to her chest, getting comfortable on the couch. "What package?"

"What game are you playing, Elsa? Because under normal circumstances, I'd be over the moon with it, but it's, like, torture right now."

She frowned, and her eyes moved to stare at their shared wall, as if that would help her understand her neighbor's words more easily. "What are you talking about?"

"You're being borderline mean, actually."

"I swear I have no idea what you're talking about, Jack."

"Hold on…"

Her phone dinged, notifying her of a new message. Oddly enough, Jack had sent her a picture, and she couldn't help but feel a bit curious about its content. At first, it took her a moment to understand the image: a disarrayed arrangement of multiple shades of red and black lace… and some shiny fabric, maybe silk? Be the quality of the products or the quality of Jack's artistic eye, something made the box look rather luxurious—and Elsa gasped.

"That—oh, God—that's not—" She felt her entire face heating up, and she pressed her eyes shut. It was a good thing that they couldn't see each other. Elsa wasn't sure she would survive the mortification if they did. "Those are work samples! And you thought—I'm so sorry, Jack—"

"Uh, okay. Got it… Do you want them back? Stupid question, don't answer that." He let out a guttural mixture of a cough and a laugh. "I'm gonna… So I touched the whole box—fuck, that sounds creepy—want me to wash these before I give them back to you or—"

"It's okay! Don't worry about it!" She was about to scream, or cry, or maybe both at the same time.

"Fuck, Elsa, I am so sorry."

"No, I'm the one who should be apologizing." Dear God, let them not have to talk about it anymore, please!

"I'm gonna leave your… uh… box outside…"

"Yeah, I'll get it in a minute, thanks!"

Ending the call as fast as her shaky fingers allowed, she curled up in fetal position, burying her face in the closest pillow. Elsa screamed into the fabric, trying to empty her worked up mind. She didn't know where the mistake had happened, but she was sure to sue. She'd sue her assistant, her company, the American post office… she'd sue her neighbor, even, if it meant she'd never have to relive that memory again!