[Wintermelontea]

10:30 pm

Bathed, refreshed and changed into a set of berms and tee. I sat on my bed and recapped what happened, why the fuss to get the phone back and thinking what reward/s should I request? Reasonable ones…hmmm. I proceeded to try to break into her Samsung.

Buzz..buzz. Buzz..buzz..

It read “Home”.

Me: “Hello?”
Em: “Hello?! It’s me, Emily. Can we talk about this return now? I have called according to your request.”

Me: “You are early. What’s the fuss about all these and a phone?”
Em: “It’s ultra important to me…doesn’t matter. Can we just meet and pass back the phone to me?”

Me: “Sure. But I want to know what’s in your phone. Surely, that’s reasonable?”

Long pause…

Me: “Are you still there? Hello? Bye?”
Em: “Wait!! I can’t say.”

Me: “Can’t or don’t want to? You may not see it again and I can break the passcode quite easily.”
Em: “No!!! You cannot do that?!!!! Pleassseeeee….no.” *sobbing quietly again*

Her sobs are so…..beyond words. It literally melted my defences. And truth be told, I hated gals who sob…it’s their ultimate weapon against me…my soft spot killer.

We must have paused for some time as the phone is getting hotter on my ear.

Me: “Emily? Let’s move on a positive note? Let’s meet if you want to have your phone back?”
Em: “Now? Where?”

Me: “We can meet tomorrow since it is rather late now…"
Em: “No, I can meet you now. Just tell me where.”

Me: “Nope, I got to work tomorrow. Do you trust me to…”
Em: “Ok. Tomorrow, VivoCity, 7:30 pm. Can?”

Me: “On. See you. Bye.”
Em: “Wait!!!! Can you please don’t hack into my phone?”

Me: “Bye, Emily.”
Em: “Hey!!!!!”

I hacked into her phone that night. It was a super good find…and no wonder she is so panicky about losing her phone.