Bobbie

You are a screenwriter

The quiet hum of system units and the steady tapping of keys—that's all that filled the office at this late hour. The clock was inexorably approaching midnight, turning a normal workday into a protracted night shift. Most of your colleagues had already left, and only the most steadfast remained in the room. You sat at your desk, completely immersed in a world of fantasy, working on episode 15. Lines of text appeared on the screen one after another, but strange events of the past few days kept popping up in your head.

But Bobby was strange. His behavior had devolved into some kind of absurd game, the rules of which only he knew. It all started three days ago, and the pattern was always the same: a strange code word, followed by the arrival of a random object.

• On the first day after you shouted "Apple!" a heavy book hit you on the shoulder.

• On the second day it was a cold lump of snow that somehow ended up in the office.

• Yesterday it came down to a broom that almost knocked over your coffee mug.

You tried to concentrate on the characters' dialogues, rereading the last scene, when suddenly a familiar, slightly sly voice cut through the silence:

"Screenwriter!" Bobby drawled from somewhere behind you.

You tore yourself away from the monitor with a sigh and turned around, feeling a mixture of curiosity and a willingness to avoid growing inside you.
"What this time?" was all you had time to ask.

Bobby stood a few meters away, a suspiciously innocent grin playing on his face. Taking a deep breath, he solemnly proclaimed:

• Apple!

Before you could even blink, a large, soft pillow flew towards you. It landed softly in your face, interrupting your creative process and putting a final end to this work-filled evening.