Negosheations
“I love you, Lee,” she said. There was no turning back now.
I just stood there.
“Don’t you have anything you want to say back?” she asked.
I had no idea how to answer.
“Surely you have some feelings for me.”
She was patient, I’ll give her that.
“Lee, I’m not leaving until you say something.”
That was it. I could just stand here and not say anything and then she’d have to leave.
“I’ve got all day.”
How do standoffs between cops and armed men end? That’s my only way out.
“I have a list of demands,” I said, finally.
“Ok,” she said.
“A helicopter on the roof ready to fly out of here in two minutes. A plain Sicilian pizza from Artichoke on 14th Street. Five thousand dollars in unmarked bills. And we never have to go to your parents house for the holidays.”
“Done.”
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a helicopter to catch,” I said as I grabbed my coat.
“And…?”
“And…”
“And…?”
“And…” I was halfway out the door. “And I think you have a great personality!”
I ran up to the roof. The helicopter wasn’t there.
