"Yes, yes, Scarlett messaged me about the broken faucet, and since you were at work, I came over," Benjamin said.
"Wait a minute, Scarlett said you came specifically to bring lychees, now it's about fixing the faucet? You two haven't synchronized your confessions?" I teased.
"Confession? We're not criminal!"
"Then synchronized your stories?"
Blushing, both of them were caught off guard, and I awkwardly smiled, rolled up my sleeves, grabbed my tools, and headed to the bathroom.
"Need any help?" Benjamin feigned concern.
"I'm afraid you might make things worse," I quipped.
"Benjamin, ignore him. He's just a rough laborer. Come over and have some lychees."
After a quarter of an hour, I fixed the faucet.
Washing my face, I noticed bloodshot eyes in the mirror, a hot flush on my cheeks, and a heavy head, likely a cold coming on.
Exiting the bathroom, I saw Benjamin already dressed.
"Benjamin, stay for dinner," Scarlett insisted.
Insensitive, Benjamin glanced at me, seeking my opinion.
Smiling, I said, "Don't worry, dinner won't extort you. Just a symbolic 20 dollars will do."
"I have something to attend to, so I'll head out," Benjamin grumbled, leaving.