If You Want The Man, You Will Get The Man

Emma was on the couch, her phone in her ear, fidgeting with her nails in her teeth. It was 9: 26 p.m. The beeping continued, and a voice could be heard in the distance. “Hello.”

“Hi, Mr. Queen.” She called happily, then tapped her brow, feeling awkward. “Hi, Ezra.”

“You called.” He could not believe she would phoned him. He wondered why. "Is everything all right?"

“Yes. But I am troubled.”

“Why?” He walked over to his couch, holding a bottle of water in his hand. He had just returned from his evening run. “Is there anything I need to know about?” Wasn’t that why she called? In order to tell him what was bothering her?

“It is about Zoe.”

“Is she all right?”

“Yes. She is. She is perfectly fine.”

"So, what is the issue?"

“I got her result today. Concerning the test I mentioned to you."

“Yes. I remember. Did she fail them? Is that why you are concerned? Emma, she is still three years old. She still has a lot to learn, so—" he was interrupted.

"Zoella passed everything."

“What?