(… after having bathroom refreshments, Hitman came out and text-ed her continuously with many ‘Hi’s and ‘Hello’s …)
Hitman (Murmured): Where is she, great magician – just faded away. Huh.
Landlady: Aye Mr. Here’s your dinner, get it now .. (Shouted – that’s her normal range to talk with him)
Hitman: Lady, Some girl texted me and she wants to stay with me here, your hell – Ha ha.
Landlady: Aargh … Are you serious? that’s your plan .. you want me to go out – I knew it. Isn’t it?
Hitman: Lol! She was leaning on me and that was her hint – for me, Hitman! (Sarcastically said with his tilted eyebrows)
Landlady: You are …..
(Hitman’s phone started ringing)
Hitman: Hello! Who’s this.
Emily: It’s me man – don’t to you see my number? ..
Hitman: Yup, It’s showing ‘Puke’.
Emily: So, What’s your decision for me? I mean the room??
Hitman: Oh! I thought you’re hinting me only.
Emily: May be, but I need to stay somewhere, my landlady made her home at downtown’s auction.
Hitman: Aww, so sad. I hope my lady could allow you in this hard situation of yours… (Said with a sarcastic joke tone)
Emily: Hmmm, I’ll come tomorrow – to talk her. You just be there.
Hitman: Sure Lily, I’ll be there.
Emily: What? I’m Emily! Whom you think you’re talking with!?? Am I talking with Mr. Peter !??
Hitman: Emily, yes it’s Mr. Peter Ryne aka Hitman.
Emily: You shit. ..
(and she hanged up the call)
(to be continued)