Stories of me and myself

A lethargic girl returned home.
Though badly in need of rest, the girl wanted to hang out with the boy.
The mother asked if they were eating home cos she had bought crabs and was gonna fry chilli crab.
All plans were thrown out of the window upon hearing that chilli crab was here to visit.
A call was made to the boy to buy roti to go with the crab.
The boy agreed.

But the boy could not find roti anywhere.
The girl told the boy to just come. They could walk to Thomson to get the roti.
The boy did not respond.
The girl grew tired of waiting and decided to walk to Thomson herself instead.
As the girl was walking, she hoped the boy would turn up somewhere. Wishful thinking.
At Thomson, the girl waited for the roti to bake blissfully in the oven.
When the roti was freshly retrieved from the oven, the girl bought it.

The girl walked home in the drizzle with the warm roti in her hand.
All the while hoping secretly that the boy would turn up somewhere still.
The girl made a turn into the estate.
The girl spotted a car.
The boy's car!
But puzzling. Where was the boy?
The girl waited in the rain.

In a matter of seconds, the girl spotted a boy running towards the car.
What was that in his hand?
A roti wrapped in a similar fashion!
All was clear to the girl.

The boy had gone to ways and means to buy the roti the girl wanted.
The boy had done so because he knew the girl was tired.
The girl's heart was moved.
She went to the car and got into it nonchalantly.

The girl who set out to find 1 roti found a boy and a roti as well. In the end, the girl had a boy and 2 roti.
Both roti were warm and fresh, but the girl's roti was fresher. =)