Sivial heading back home, she stopped at the supermarket to grab the TV remote batteries James had asked for. She also picked up some popcorn for him and beer. At the counter, Mrs. Mavis, a friendly elderly woman who worked at the Viston Supermarket and lived nearby, recognized Sivial and greeted her warmly.
"Hello, Mrs. Mavis," Sivial replied with a smile. "I'm good." Mrs. Mavis asked about James, and Sivial shared that he was doing well. However, Mrs. Mavis's comment caught Sivial off guard: "I don't know how a beautiful woman like you ended up with a loser like that."
Sivial's expression turned irritated, and she cut Mrs. Mavis short. "How much do I owe you, Mrs. Mavis?" After scanning the items, Mrs. Mavis replied, "That'll be $20, please." Sivial paid and left the supermarket, feeling annoyed. Mrs. Mavis's gossiping nature had ruined her afternoon mood.
Sivial got home and entered the house she greeted James, who was sitting on the couch. "I'm back, James." James replied, "Oh, that's nice, love. Did you get those batteries I asked for?" Sivial handed him the items she purchased from the Viston Supermarket.
James's face lit up. "Wow, babe, you got me beer and popcorn? You really know the stuff." He smiled excitedly. Then, he asked, "How was your visit with our new neighbors?"
Sivial's response was subdued. She sat down on the couch with her hands on her jaw, her tone low and moody. "It was fine." James noticed her unhappy tone but didn't seem to pay much attention, he was too caught up in the upcoming match.
As the match began, James's excitement grew. He started munching on the popcorn, enthusiastically cheering for his favorite team. "I hope the home team doesn't score any goals. My bet is on the away team; I think they'll give the home team a hard time."
Sivial watched the match with James, but after it ended, she decided to prepare dinner. She headed to the kitchen, leaving James to bask in the thrill of the game. Sivial finish preparing dinner and called out to James,
"Baby, dinner is ready," Sivial called out. James's eyes lit up. "Oh, nice! All this excitement is making me hungry." He devoured his meal and quickly went to bed, knowing he had to work the next day.
James worked at the biggest factory in Viston, where they produced the renowned Willa vine, one of the most expensive wines in the world. As a low-grade worker, James struggled to make ends meet, but he was determined to provide for himself and his dear wife, Sivial.
The next morning, James woke up early for work. The factory was having a wine production day, and they needed to harvest grapes for the Willa vine. The workload would be intense, so James left before Sivial woke up.
When Sivial woke up, she stretched and yawned. Noticing James wasn't home, she assumed he had already left for work. She decided to call him but realized she couldn't find her phone. After searching the house, she remembered that she had last used it at Jackson's place, their new neighbor.
"Oh no!" she exclaimed, recalling that she must have left her phone on Jackson's couch when James called her.
Sivial hurried to get ready, knowing she had to retrieve her phone from Jackson's place. After a quick shower, she headed to his house. Upon arrival, she rang the doorbell several times.
Jackson, who had been lounging in bed, reluctantly got up to answer the door. When he saw Sivial on the security camera, he was surprised. "Hey Sivial, how are you doing? You came over early," he said as he opened the door.
Sivial smiled apologetically. "Oh hi Jackson, sorry for bothering you so early. I think I left my phone yesterday when I came by. Have you seen it?" Jackson invited her in. "Come in, have a seat." Sivial sat down and jokingly asked, "Do you happen to have seen it? I couldn't miss it; phones are expensive these days."
Jackson replied, "No, not really. I didn't even know you forgot your phone. You're free to check." Sivial searched the area where she had sat the previous day and found her phone tucked away in the corner of the sofa.
She breathed a sigh of relief. "Hmm, I thought I lost it," she said with a grateful smile, thanking Jackson for his help.
Sivial", I will be taking my leave now, sorry for bothering you so early," Sivial said. Jackson replied, "Oh no, it's fine. I'm glad you found your phone. I can't imagine what it would be like to lose your dearest gadget." Sivial smiled and thanked him again.
As she stood up to leave, Jackson didn't want her to go just yet. He seemed interested in getting to know her better. "No, no, you just got here," he insisted. "Please stay a little. Let me make some coffee. Do you like some?" Sivial hesitated but agreed, smiling.
"As long as you don't serve it to me in another cup worth a fortune," she joked. Jackson chuckled and said, "Hmm, I'll try not to." Sivial playfully complained, "Come on, really?"
Jackson headed to the kitchen to prepare the coffee, searching for a less expensive cup to serve it in. After rummaging through his cupboards, he found a metal cup that caught his eye. Although it still looked luxurious, he decided to use it.
Unbeknownst to Jackson, the metal cup held sentimental value, having been gifted to him by his grandma. Tired of searching for a more ordinary cup, he chose to serve the coffee in this one.
He returned to the living room with the coffee, and Sivial's eyes widened as she took in the luxurious cup. "Oh, come on, this isn't an ordinary cup, is it?" she teased.
Jackson smiled, "Oh yeah, I think this was the cup my grandma gifted me. It's made of silver, I think." Sivial took the cup from him, admiring its intricate design.
"Wow, it looks cool," she said, then joked, "You really need to get some normal cups." Jackson chuckled and smiled, acknowledging her point. "You know what? You're right."