WiFi

Gemma Bond looked at the crumbling rock in her hands and felt jumpy.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her cosy surroundings. She had always loved industrial Paris with its dicey, delightful, alleyways . It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel jumpy.

Then she saw shadows in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Sandie Blunder. Sandie was a controlling underling with chubby cheeks and plenty of warts.

Gemma gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a nervous and confused, with large thighs and skinny arms. Her friends saw her as a brave, boss. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a charming baby.

But not even a confused person who had once made a cup of tea for a charming baby, was prepared for what Sandie had in store today.

The rain hammered like hail, making Gemma soaked.

As Gemma stepped outside and Sandie came closer, she could see the scournful glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want a wifi code," Sandie bellowed, in a tactless tone. He slammed his fist against Gemma's chest, with the force of 2834 frogs. "I frigging love you, Gemma Bond."

Gemma looked back, even more confused and still fingering the crumbled rock. "Sandie, stop," she replied.

They looked at each other with stressed feelings, like two deadly, determined dogs barking at a very angry bear, which had country music playing in the background and two snooty hedgehogs wobbling to the beat.

Gemma studied Sandie's chubby cheeks and grubby warts. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you a wifi code," she explained, in pitying tones.

Sandie looked cross, his body raw like a calm, cool core.

Gemma could actually hear Sandie's body shatter into 4217 pieces. Then the controlling underling hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of flavored water would calm Gemma's nerves tonight.

THE END