Gaz

Justine and I are quite close and she knows my girlfriend better than anyone, including me.

So when my girlfriend went out to visit her sister and baby nephew, I invited Justine over to the house to help pick out a ring.

I feel like cut to the chase.

Justine and I looked for a few catalogues but decided it was a dead end and we'd better if we go to professionals at the jewellery store.

I didn't know when my girlfriend would be coming home so Justine and I thought of a clever text to gauge how much time we had.

I asked her when she'd be coming home as I was ordering takeout and wanted to know when to tell her to have the food ready by.

She responded by saying, you're so impatient with stories.

She responded by saying it would be a few hours because she'd just met up with Justine to go shopping.

Ooh.

What?

Now, obviously, this took me by surprise since Justine was standing inside my house.

Oh, no.

I showed Justine the text and she looked as confused as I was.

See, it was worth the wait.

Juicy.

When she came home, she acted like everything was completely normal.

I played along, but it's been really hard to act like everything's fine.

We got the takeout, or takeaway.

We ate together.

We cuddled on the couch after.