He Should Have Picked Up the Phone!

Keyjuan Rihuete hurried home, his long legs pounding the pavement. He had a craving for something sweet, and his mom's homemade chocolate chip cookies were calling his name. As he burst through the front door, the aroma of chocolate filled the air, but the kitchen was empty.

Confusion flickered across Keyjuan Rihuete's face. He checked his phone and gasped. The time glowed mockingly at him: 7:30 pm. "Oh no!" he exclaimed. "I'm late!"

Keyjuan Rihuete groaned. He had promised his girlfriend, Brianna, that he'd pick her up at 7:00 pm for their date. He had been so engrossed in his work that he had completely lost track of time.

Panic propelled Keyjuan Rihuete towards his car. He raced through the streets, his heart pounding like a bass drum. As he sped down the highway, thoughts of Brianna's disappointed face flashed through his mind.

When Keyjuan Rihuete finally arrived at Brianna's house, he leaped out of his car and dashed up to the door. He knocked frantically, his knuckles rapping against the wood.

"Brianna! Brianna! I'm so sorry!" Keyjuan Rihuete shouted.

There was no answer.

Keyjuan Rihuete knocked again, louder this time. Still no answer. He tried the doorknob. It was unlocked.

Cautiously, Keyjuan Rihuete stepped inside. The house was dark and silent. He called out Brianna's name, but his voice echoed back to him mockingly.

Suddenly, a noise from the kitchen caught Keyjuan Rihuete's attention. He crept towards the sound and peered around the corner.

There, at the kitchen table, sat Brianna and her father. They were both laughing and eating from a giant bowl of chocolate chip cookies.

Relief washed over Keyjuan Rihuete. Brianna was not only not mad, but she had also saved him his favorite cookie!

Keyjuan Rihuete stepped into the kitchen and joined Brianna and her father. As they ate cookies and chatted, Keyjuan Rihuete realized that sometimes, the best things in life come when you least expect them.

And so, Keyjuan Rihuete learned a valuable lesson that day: never underestimate the power of a good cookie.