Cait sat the kettle on the stove top and turned it on on high heat.

Should I call now? Cait thought to herself as she reached into her cabinet, pulled out a cat mug and put vanilla black tea bag in the cup.

Mmm, Cait mumbled.

What would she say? That Anja has to be her partner? Cait remembered what her professor said: this is extra credit, for her. 

This isn’t even something Anja has to even agree with. Also... what if she is sick? Am I just going to say Anja helped out, even if she didn’t?

Cait leaned against the kitchen counter and grabbed her phone and paper out of her pockets.

“555-5…” Cait read the number out loud as she began putting the number on her phone.

She pressed call and put her phone between her shoulder and cheek and she folded up the paper and putting it in her pocket once again.

Brinnnng

“Hello? Neumann Household.” A man answered.

Cait eyes widen. He gave me the house phone number? Cait thought to herself.

“May I speak to Anja?”

“And you are?”

“Cait Wi-”

Click.

Cait grabbed her phone and stared dumbfounded at the screen. Did he… hang up on me?

Cait went to the call history and redialed.

“Hello. Neumann Ho-“

“I need to talk to Anja. I’m a classm-“

Click.

“Are you shitting me?!” Cait yelled as she slammed her phone on the kitchen counter, and at the same moment, the kettle began whistling.

“Oh God. Scared the crap out of me,” Cait jumped.

She took a long breath as she poured the hot water in the mug. She stared at the steam rising in the air.

I’m a goner in that class now, Cait thought as she put on tea bag’s string. Cait knows she needs to try one more time; she redialed the number and cleared her throat.

“He-“

“Listen. I need to talk to Anja for a fucking project we got stuck in together. Fucking bite me. I didn’t want to go to her house unannounced. Pass her the phone.”

“Kinky,” a woman said after a few seconds of silence, “But, shouldn’t I buy you dinner first?”

“Ah- Anja?” Cait stuttered as she facepalmed herself; her checks were burning up.

“Since you know where I live, tomorrow- 7 PM. Got it?” Anja said; Cait could of sworn she heard a grin.

“Alright,” Cait confirmed and hung up.

She walked to the living room, grabbed a pillow, and covered her face.

The first impression she got of me was that I'm a fucking weirdo,  Cait thought to herself and she buried her face harder against the pillow.