It's been three days since the holidays started.
I haven't talked to Steve or Zinnia.
Suddenly, my phone rang.
It was an unknown number.
I picked up the call.
"Hey! Am I talking to Ella?"
"Yes! Who is this?"
"Steve," he replied.
I froze for a moment.
"What? How? Why? What the hell am I saying? Why are you calling me?" I shouted nervously.
"Relax, Ella! Calm down," he said.
"Why are you calling me?" I asked.
"I need your help," he said.
"What?" I asked.
"Next month, I'm participating in a dance competition, and the girl I was preparing with left for her hometown because of some emergency. And as you know, I barely talk to any girls in school. You're my last hope. I've seen your reels—you're a good dancer. Help me… be my partner," he explained.
"Whattttttttttttttt? You're asking me to be your dance partner? Aren't we enemies?" I screamed.
"Enemies? Seriously? Stop reading romance novels, dumbo! You're still a little kid," he teased.
"Steve, shut up!!!" I shouted, blushing.
"So, Miss Ella… are you ready to be my dance partner?" he asked.
"No!! I mean… I need some time to decide," I replied.
"Fine, little kid," he said.
And hung up.