September 15th, 2028.
Bridget invited Michael to a talk yesterday the moment she landed at the airport, and she still couldn't get over how he replied to her invitation.
"Fine? What do you mean fine? You don't even bother asking where we should meet?" Bridget grumbled as she stared at the message on her phone.
She paced around her living room, the frustration evident on her face. Michael's one-word response gnawed at her, leaving her feeling unimportant and unheard. Despite her resolve to have a meaningful conversation, his casual reply made her doubt his seriousness.
Determined to address this, Bridget picked up her phone and called Michael. After a few rings, he answered.
"Hello, Bridget," Michael's voice came through, calm and composed.
"We are going to meet today right?" Bridget asked.
"Yes…I was waiting for you to tell me where we should meet," Michael replied.