It was like the cold war between the US and the Russians, only ours was friendly."Well, Dad, since you asked," he smirked. "There's a small metal box ...hained under a picnic table at exactly those coordinates. Inside of the box, there's one of those cupcakes that Mom made yesterday. You will also be able to see the large clock in the park there from your coordinates. You have to drive there and take a picture of the clock which will show what time you got there. Then eat half of the cupcake and. She would have normally not seen such movies, but being alone in the house she had seen such movies and love making scenes. She had learnt it by looking at them, but never tried with Nagji.In fact she had minimum of such occasions with Nagji, she can count them. She loved him, liked him in the beginning but dreams vanished after he became drunkard and increased his belly many fold. She had many times complained to Nagji about his overweight and warned about his health, but he never cared about. I love my characters too much to do noir. To make it scarier, I edited it myself. The Cotillion The elevator wasn’t moving fast enough. I watched the dull red numbers change from floor to floor, seven, eight… They seemed to be moving slower, almost like the building was getting tired. A four letter word caught in my throat. I would have let it loose if I were alone. There were two others on the slow ride, a rich gray suit and a bicycle courier. I swallowed the word and began tapping my foot,. Her laugh was a mix of a sexy and enticing with a dash of childish and free. A laugh that would make you want to be funny just so you could hear it, and that, along with her big bright smile could get her any guy she wanted.Don’t get me wrong, even so it might sound like it, I was never obsessed with Ella. She was attractive yes, but I did not fixate on her, was in love with her or fantasized about her. Actually, full disclosure, I may have fantasized about her once or twice, but no more than.