Where is she? James paced frantically around the room, looking for his partner. She was never late. He was starting to worry now.
"Oh James!" Eleanor skipped into the room, singing something off-key. "Jessie's coming. She had a little too much coffee this morning and she had to make a trip to the…"
"I don't want to know," James interrupted.
"So…how's life?" she asked.
"Um…"
"Look! I have your rose!"
"WHAT?! I've been looking for that…"
"$5, please."
"No way, that's mine!"
"Nope!" She picked up a random shovel lying around on the floor and whacked him on the head.
"Ow, what was that for?"
"Not wanting to buy your roses back."
"But they're mine!" James wailed.
"Wow, you're so pathetic," Eleanor smiled. Boy, she was crazy.
"I'm just going to step away while you have that shovel in your hand," he groaned, stepping away cautiously.
Eleanor giggled and made the craziest face he'd ever seen. Then, she began to chase him around with her shovel.
His scream echoed across the building as he tried to escape the wrath that was Eleanor.