It's coming along

"Good!" I exclaim excitedly, "That means that it' s almost time for your test, right?"

"Yeah, that's right," Ezra replies, grabbing the remote control and turning off the television, "Let's go."

We both stand up from the couch, and Ezra grabs my hand before leading me to the test room. He opens the door to reveal a giant white plastic tube with wires attached to it.

"Okay, so there's a needle right here," Ezra says pointing at the tube, "I need you to insert the needle right into the small hole at the end. Then you have to squeeze the trigger twice, and wait one minute before you can remove it."

"I guess it doesn't seem too difficult," I remark sarcastically, "I've handled needles and needles loads of times. Do I really need to squeeze that many times?"

"Just do what I say, Alessia," Ezra tells me seriously, "Or else."

"Or else what?" I ask curiously, raising my eyebrows at him, "Will you do that to me?"

"Only if you make me," Ezra smirks, causing me to laugh lightly at his statement.