“Come out! Come out! Come ouuuttt!” My friend sounded like a 8 year old kid demanding for an ice cream.
“No. I want to sleep.” I answered.
“I’ll treat you Starbucks.”
“Not tempting enough.” Trying to sound firm with my answer.
“Fine. I’ll treat you supper. Deal?”
“Keep going. I’m listening.” I replied just to keep the conversation alive.
“I’ll treat you your favourite food. Er… What do you like to eat?”
“Heh. You don’t even know what’s my favourite food.”
“Fine. I’ll buy you few pairs of BBQ Chicken Wings.” My friend ran out of ideas already.
“Don’t want. Good night.”
“I hate youuuu…” Just to make me feel guilty, which failed miserably.
“Like you always do.” I replied nonchalantly.
“Bluuerrghh…” My friend hung up. That’s the last word for the day.
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It’s one of those days when I’m so bloody exhausted and refused to go out. Yes, I actually willing to trade free food and / or drink for some private time for myself and some rest / sleep.
