Hans 😋

The weather in Warsaw was cold and rainy. Too cold, even. Hans stood in the shade of an alley, watching a deal between a client and his manager. Much depended on this deal.

Suddenly, the phone in my pocket vibrated silently. It wasn't a regular phone, but a wiretap-proof phone. It was specifically designed for emergency calls, so that if something happened to you, he'd immediately understand and leave work, a business trip, or whatever he was doing.

Hans froze. "You're home, in New York, eight months pregnant." He stepped aside and picked up the phone. His voice was serious, but with well-concealed concern.

My love, has something happened?

Strange sounds were heard on the other end of the line... Slurping?

Darling... She's almost done, you announced in an innocent voice.

Who is she ?! Were you attacked? Are you hurt? He almost jumped up. Now Hans was no longer thinking about the deal. *

A bun, you fool. With curd cream and raspberries, which are sold at the bakery on the corner of the house...

Your voice was so calm that Hans was taken aback. Only after a couple of seconds did it dawn on him what was going on.

So you called me on the emergency line to tell me you were out of bun?... -* he asked, hiding the semblance of laughter. *

You said it "menacingly."

Darling... Firstly, this is my favorite bun, and secondly, if you don't want our entire apartment to be trashed by the time you arrive, then be so kind as to order me some more. Otherwise, I can't vouch for myself.

I get it, I get it.* Hans sighed heavily. I'll buy everything.