౨ৎ 𝗦𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦 oscar piastri ━ chapter nineteen.
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As soon as Nora gets back home, she texts her boyfriend. Expectedly, he doesn't reply—he definitely dozed off. Just thinking of him brings a smile on her face.
She goes to her kitchen, unpacking her groceries when she gets a call. Hovering over to her living room, she picks up. "Good afternoon, your highness, this is Shae, your personal assistant I have called to let you know that your flight ticket has been booked." The voice on the other end of the line speaks, laced with a caricature of a thick British accent
Nora chuckles, before replying with a similarly broken accent, "I am well-aware it is you, dear Shae. It's so weird to hear you speak formally."
"I know, I just wanted to let you know your ticket has been booked and I'll send you the details, you can PayPal me now. I'm super sleepy now. Goodnight" With that she cuts the call..
After swiftly changing into a pair of white knitted pajamas, she tediously sits through the silence of swiping through Netflix on her TV, contemplating whether or not she should watch Bridgerton's season three. She ends up binge-watching the previous seasons when suddenly her phone rings. At first, she shrugs it off.
Nothing can distract her from binge-watching a series. I repeat, nothing. She is deeply-rooted to her couch, holding in her pee so that she can finish the final episode. Finally, her phone stops ringing. Heaving a sigh of relief, she resumes watching the television
Again.
Irked, she picks up her phone from the coffee table. The name 'mr. mclaren' displays on the phone screen. She clicks her tongue in annoyance as he greets her through the phone. "What do you want, Oscar."
"Are you mad at me?" He asks. Concern flaunting his voice. "Of course not, I was just in the last episode of Queen Charlotte when you called. Thought I'd finish that first but you had to go ahead bombard my phone with calls. I didn't even pee for the past three hours" She grumbles the last part, making it barely audible for him to hear.
Oscar chimes in an apology, scolds her for holding her pee in, explaining how she could get a urine infection and whatnot. "The medical world needs you." Nora says, her voice dripped in sarcasm.
He rolls his eyes and sighs in sheer agitation, "You are so annoying." "I know, honey." she answers, while dipping her hands into a bag of Lays and munching on a chip noisily. Oscar questions, "So what have you thought of my suggestion?"
"Suggestion?" she retorts with questions. Nora genuinely has no clue what he's trying to imply. "Forget it." he huffs in annoyance. "I'll call you back sometime later." "Wait, wait, wait-" before she can ask him again, he cuts the call on her face.
