Sixty-Four

Ashanti

I needed a charger because my phone was about to shut off. When I went downstairs to look for one, I discovered that Chadwick had left me a package.

I stopped in surprise, wondering what could be inside. Upon taking a peek, I frowned at the carefully curated box specifically designed to ease menstrual cramps.

My mind wandered, leaving me to stare at it in confusion and it raced with questions about the purpose of this box. Was he misinterpreting something?

I sighed, realizing that I ought to have told him where I was. I asked if I could borrow a charger and connect it to the power supply. My phone blinked back to life, and before I could get in touch with Chadwick, Harrison texted me.

He said he had concocted a story for Chadwick, explaining my absence as a need for personal space. I suppressed my laughter at the hideousness. I should thank Harrison for his good intentions.

I texted Chadwick to let him know I was alright and to thank him for the unexpected gift box before head