His Proposition

"Why don't you come here and bring the pizza?" She offered, laughing.

"I have many things to bring, so I need your help. So, it should be you to come here instead."

Rafaella remarked, "Never mind the pizza. I'll try to console you right here. Watch for me. I'm going to the window."

"You're crazy, woman," he said with laughter. "Console me, huh, but through the window as If I need one. Have mercy…"

She tried to suppress her laughter so her sister's sleep would not be disturbed. "No, I can't. Through the window…." She insisted with that puckered mouth.

Alexus stopped her, "No, hold on. Not the window; I have a better idea. Why don't you come over here? My idea is better than yours."

"No. It's almost nine o'clock, and I'm too sluggish to leave." She realized she was making a lame excuse because they used to hang out even when it was late at night—sometimes, driving into town for something to eat.

"I'm tired, too, with valid reason. I've done several things in the office, which mad