A Treasure

Amaija

“She did what? How do you know it’s broken?” Eriq asks. “Well, I’m in the middle of something. I’ll let you know.” He removes the phone from his ears as his friend screams.

“What’s wrong? Is it an emergency? We can cut our date short.”

“It’s…” He pauses and presses the speaker.

“Are you seriously going to leave me here?!” Glen shouts.

“Yes, call your parents,” Eriq says.

“I don’t want my parents to see me like this.”

“Call the ambulance. I’m busy. I told you to stop picking up random women.” I furrow my brows. What does a random woman have to do with this?

“She was really hot and you know that our health insurance is shit. I can’t afford the emergency room fee. Especially after getting robbed.”

“A woman robbed him?” I ask, stunned.

“Yes, and she also, according to him, broke his Ummm…” He trails off.

“Broke what?”

“His—his—uh, the thing you painted today.” The thing I painted. I furrow my brows, confused. I painted his thing; I blush, recalling the picture. It makes