End Of The Tour

(Dmitri’s Thoughts)

My head is still pounding when I receive a call early in the morning. And since it is from someone close to me, I answer it while my eyes are still closed.

“Dee, Dee, Dee,” a high-pitchy, little feminine voice is excited when it calls my name.

I groan when it feels like somebody’s screwing my temple, and impatiently answer the one on the phone, “Better be important, you already ruined my sleep now.”

“I think I just found the perfect apartment in Seattle, you do know that I’ll be settling in Seattle soon, right?” the voice even mocks my intelligence.

“Of course, you mention it countless times. So, do you want me to yell and scream out of happiness?” I sarcastically give off a remark.

I hear the voice scoffs, “Tsk, don’t you dare use your sarcasm at me, dear. Remember, you owe me big time! And how long are you going to fool around in Germany anyway? Come back to me!” the voice demandingly utters.

“Why do you care? And who says I am fooling around? She’s here an