can you reveal any of the secret modern Cherik? 👀💞
yes, of course, thank you for the ask! 💞
Erik leaned back in his desk chair, removed his blue light glasses and rubbed his hands down his face to try and wake himself up. He had just spent the last three hours working on a project for a client that he desperately wanted to get out of the way—it was an entire website dedicated to duck-related merchandise and he didn’t want to look at it for one more second. He checked his phone, smiling when he saw a text from Christine, continuing their current conversation: I just don’t see why rich people need THAT much space in their houses. What do you do with it?!
He chuckled to himself as he rose from his chair, slipped his mask back on, and walked towards the kitchen, looking for a glass of water and a pre-dinner cinnamon bun. It’s the glory of being able to afford that much space, Christine. It doesn’t matter if you can fill it, you just relish that you have it, he responded before tucking his phone back into his pocket.
The device buzzed only a few seconds later, and he quickly opened it to read the message: Still! It seems ridiculous. Especially since those people only ever have up to two children. Four people don’t need all that space, and some of them probably don’t step into some of those rooms more than once a year.
Oh, it’s ridiculous, I know. Alas, that is the world we live in, Erik said, a smile forming on his face as it so often did when he was talking to his neighbor.
Unfortunately. Now, when am I getting my cinnamon buns? You promised I’d be getting them tonight.
Oh, you will, believe me. They’re just cooling off now, I can bring them soon.
Cool them off faster. I’m in desperate need of some cinnamon buns.
I’ll see what I can do.
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