The chicken soup was ready, and Emily set aside some in the fridge. Then she sent a text to Mr. Satan: [I'm going to a concert tonight. Dinner is in the fridge; you can heat it up in the microwave.]

Mr. Satan replied: [What time does the concert end? I'll come pick you up.]

[No need, I can come back on my own.]

[What time?]

[Really, no need...]

[What time?]

[I'm going with Olivia to the concert, she can drop me back.]

[What time?]

Three consecutive "What time?" messages emphasized his determination.

Emily chuckled lightly and compromised: [Around 11 pm.]

[Okay.]

Putting away her phone, Emily picked up the food...