Call Me Tuesday の小説・ストーリー

*Be ready in five. What did that even mean? He couldn’t possibly think I would leave the house tonight. I looked at the calendar on my phone to make sure we weren’t Friday already. I tended to zone out and forget which day of the week we were, but no, it was Tuesday, which made me wonder what Dominic had planned. “Erm, Lena? I’ll have to call you back. Something just came up.” “Sure. Take care!” I hung up and immediately texted Dominic back.

Active Connection "Roberto, if you want to continue today's auction, it's all yours. But if you have a commitment and want to postpone as well, you are welcome to do so." "Man, do you have some kind of disorder? Do you know what time it is? THURSDAY MORNING, Mauricio!" "Fuck you! I need to go out and take care of some serious business. Do what you think is best, I only called to warn you." Inactive call

I walked to the fridge, pulled out a pack of orange juice, and poured some into a glass. As I walked back to the chair, I sipped the juice. My phone pinged. TJ was calling. I stared at the image displayed on my screen for a while before I finally answered. “Hey,” I murmured. “You sound like someone died.” His voice had its usual mix of bluntness and warmth. “What’s up?” I cleared my throat, “Nothing,” “Liar. Listen, come out. Lunch on me. My workplace. You need air before you turn into a zombie hermit.” He said.

“Yes” “Are you available this Tuesday?” she asked. “Yes, anytime” I answered quickly. “Perfect, we can see you at three thirty if that’s okay with you?” “Yes, I’ll be there. Thanks Amanda” I answered before hanging up. “Was that the doctor’s office?” Gabriel asked curiously. “Yeah, I have an appointment on Tuesday” “I can bring you if you want” he offered, “can you please finish the season?” he asked again. “Fine,” I conceded.

Even sacrifice a whole one month on a stupid farm. "Your influence, ma'am," he implored. "Okay. Hopefully, I will be there next week," I said, pointedly glancing at Cassidy who was already adding that to my schedule. "Done," she whispered. "Good. I am glad we are all doing well. Until next time. Good day," I dismissed them. Cassidy got off the phone and informed me. "Your flight is booked for Tuesday. You can go and get back the same day."

I explain while fixing the papers on my office table. He walks around and sits on the couch at the receiving area and puts his feet on the center table. “Duh,” he starts, “It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, would it?” he says sarcastically and excitedly speaks out his ideas, "So call K, now!" “It’s Tuesday!” I say. And he understands right away, “Oh! Yeah, right! And you? Why aren’t you with your self-righteous boyfriend?” his question catches me off guard.

Taylor's fingers running softly up and down my arm as I swam toward consciousness, and I snuggled into her warmth, my head resting on her shoulder. She kissed my forehead. "Morning, baby." "Good morning. You sleep well?" Taylor gave a sweet little laugh as she pulled me tight. "Yeah. You were amazing last night." "I was trying to get you to change your mind." Taylor chuckled. "No way. I do have a confession to make though. I was going to do this to you anyway. I have big plans for next Tuesday." "You big meanie."

'''' ''''I don't know. '''Okay, Call me then. If you want this to work call me.''''

“So, when are you going to be free next week?” “Is Tuesday night okay for you?” She asked. “It's perfect.” He moved back to the window and stared outside. “Thank you. Tuesday night it is.” “Yeah, Tuesday,” Laura said. They talked more for a few minutes before they ended the call. Trevor dropped the phone back on the center table with a huge grin on his face.

“Tuesday, then. I’ll meet you outside the restaurant, at least?” His voice lilted up, so I nodded, just in case it was a question. “Tuesday,” I repeated, sure that it would come around all too quickly for my liking. Or worse, it would drag on, every hour aching and painful. Either way, I had to talk to Harper first.