"Fifteen minutes. Can you do it?"

He mumbled to me, as he slid over a shot of whiskey.

I checked the clock and downed the shot as the minute hand swung past 9.

"I guess we'll find out"

I was wearing a conservative black dress that day. He said discretion was always loudest at the train station, so it would not do. And he was right. No one was dressed for comfort, and everyone made noise. I could barely hear myself over the bustling caravan of commuters and their loud-as-gunshot shoes.

I came to the clearing and waited for a call on the phone he gave me, just as he'd told me to do. The clock hit 10, and still no ring. I contemplated walking back. But no, that would be too dangerous. I had to stay and wait. Finally, it rang.

"Hello"

A strange voice said, "Listen to me, this is very important. Your life depends upon it. The package is at the front desk of the building directly behind you. Tell them it's for your boyfriend. You have 9 minutes. Hurry"

"What package? who is-"

It went to dial tone before I could finish.

I turned around and began to walk quickly. I was afraid that i was being led into a trap, but i trusted what he said, and ran to the next building.

I bursted into the building with the look of urgency, begging them for the package. Then I realized why everyone was gawking at me. The building was a post office. 

When I got back to the pub, my boyfriend was laughing with the bartender.

"This funny to you?", I tried to say with a straight face.

"Oh, you have no idea."

"I hope this package was worth this silly game of yours"

He struggled to stop laughing.

"Oh lighten up. You keep telling me you want to feel like you're doing something important, so I thought I'd give it to you. It's your fifteen minutes of fame"
"I was hoping my fifteen minutes would turn out to have a little less running than that. What's in this package anyway?"

"Well, Open it up"

Still frazzled, I opened it up and found a ring box.