She glanced at her clock.
It's late, she thought, but still couldn't find sleep.
Picking up her phone, she decided to call her unknown caller.
It rang a while and eventually went to voicemail. She breathed out a small sigh of relief. She wasn't sure if she wanted to actually talk to him yet.
"You've reached Beckham "-so unknown caller's name was Beckham-" and I'm busy doing stuff, so leave a message at the beep"
Beep.
She took a shaky breath.
"Hi, I'm the person you called the other night, and it's okay, you were drunk, so yeah," she paused, not knowing what to think, "I-I guess that's all I wanted to say, that's it's okay, it's okay, good bye."
She ended the voicemail and dropped her phone on her bed.
A small smile creeped a way onto her lips and stayed there until she fell asleep.
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