I stare at the screen for a couple seconds before my gaze shifts back to the suitcase I was in the process of unzipping.
I peel the flap up and groan loudly when I realize that the suitcase is full of clothes that are not mine. I throw my phone lightly at the suitcase, and throw myself against the bed.
After a couple minutes, I pick up my phone and find another text.
(61-3) 9606-0658
Hello? Sorry, but I noticed that you've read the message... Is there any way you can let me know if I was correct?
(402) 8675-309
Yeah, sorry; I was letting it sink in. You're right, I have your suitcase, and I'm assuming that you have mine?
(61-3) 9606-0658
Yep. You're Laila Grace, then?
Laila
That's my name, don't wear it out.
(61-3) 9606-0658
Anyway, I'm assuming you'd like your suitcase back?
Laila
That would be incredibly helpful, yes.
(61-3) 9606-0658
Ok, so how are we going to do this?
Laila
Well, are you in San Fransisco still?
(61-3) 9606-0658
Yes, I'm at my hotel.
Laila
We could meet up later today and exchange them.
(61-3) 9606-0658
Can't, I've got meetings all day. I could send my driver to go get mine and deliver yours?
Laila
Works for me.
(61-3) 9606-0658
So, I'll need your address then?
Laila
68 Cindergarden Road. It's the weird blue triangle shaped house.
(61-3) 9606-0658
You have a triangle house?? That's bomb af.
Laila
Oh my god
(61-3) 9606-0658
What??
Laila
You said "bomb af"
(61-3) 9606-0658
And? I think that saying is pretty darned cool.
Laila
Oh my god
