JESSICA

Love has a price tag

I had been looking forward to catching up with Laura at her house for weeks now. She had sarcastically made me beg for her company. Finally, she let me come.

“Only because you owe me the story of the mafia lord. Do we have a deal?,” she had said to me the previous day.

“Deal?,” I responded, even though I had no idea what she meant by mafia lord. That only heightened my desire to visit her.

As soon as I walked through the door, we embraced with laughter and joy.

“Long time, my friend,” she said, as she opened the door for me....