It was a dreary Wednesday morning at the university and the Literature class was waiting for the day to begin. Raffy was busy reading Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet in the corner of the room. Meanwhile, beside him was his best friend, Sharon, who had been engrossed with touching up her lipstick since she arrived.
“Hey, Raffy,” Sharon turned to him.
“Yeah, Sharon?” he replied, still looking at his book.
“May I borrow your phone?”
“Why?”
“Just give it to me.”
Raffy arched an eyebrow at Sharon, who simply smiled back.
“You still remember the password?” he asked.
“Of course, I do,” she answered. “I’m a genius, remember?”
“Okay, then. Just give it back before the class starts,” Raffy told her.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be quick,” Sharon said.
“What do you mean you’ll be qui–”
Before Raffy could finish his sentence, Sharon grabbed his phone and made a beeline for the window.
Sharon cowered behind the blinds and stood facing the window. Raffy was confused as to why she would borrow his phone all of a sudden. He kept an eye on her from behind the window blinds, trying to figure out what she was up to. Then, he glanced toward her seat and noticed that she had left her phone on her desk.
“Why did she have to borrow my phone?” he thought.
A few minutes later, Sharon returned to her seat and handed back Raffy’s phone.
“Here’s your phone,” she smiled. “You’re welcome!”
“You mean ‘Thanks’, right?” Raffy smirked.
“Thanks…” Sharon grinned. “And you’re welcome!”
Sharon’s response perplexed Raffy. So, he checked his phone for answers.
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