"Hello?" Pt. 2

October 10th 2016

"Do you know what I realised today?"

"What?"

"Our phone calls are going to become very limited now."

"How so?"

"You're back in London."

"Pretty sure that didn't stop us before I went to New York."

"And now we're engaged and living together. I practically see you for at least twelve hours a day."

"Eight of which I'm probably sleeping. "

"Perhaps, but you're still next to me."

"I have a solution to this problem."

"Ok, what?"

"You move out."

"You are a terrible problem solver. Terrible."

"..."

"What are you wearing?"

"You already know what I'm wearing. You saw me this morning."

"Suck the fun right out of my day, Soph, why don't you?!"

"Just stating the facts. I thought you lawyer types liked that."

"I tool Fletch to Charlotte's shop today."

"God, why would you do such a thing?!"

"Despite most of what I say about Fletch, I think he'd be a good distraction for Charlotte."

"She doesn't need a distraction. She needs men that aren't complete dickheads. Is Fletch that?"

"..."

"I rest my case, Your Honour."

"It doesn't matter anyhow. Charlotte wasn't there. She was at Le Petit Cochon."

"What was she doing there?"

"Hold on and I'll get my crystal ball out."

"I've created a monster. Your sarcasm was never this on point before I came along."

"Nope. Personally, I think I'm better when I'm sarcastic."

"You're not. Trust me, you are not."

"Matter of opinion."

"Matter of fact."

"Objection! Speculation."

"Overruled."

"..."

"I totally won this argument, didn't I?"

"..."

"Victory is mine!"

"Weirdo."

"You're just a sore loser. And you're jealous because I would absolutely make a better lawyer than you."

"Pfft. No you bloody well wouldn't."

"Getting defensive, there, Whitaker."

"I've changed my mind about this whole talking on the phone thing. We don't need to do it anymore."

"Tough luck, buddy. We're totally continuing with this tradition. Would it help if I told you what I'm wearing?"

"I already know what you're wearing. You're wearing an electric blue dress that falls just above your knee and a black blazer because you're seeing yours and Jasmine's estate agent."

"Spot on. But what am I wearing under the dress?"

"..."

"Two words for you- black lace."

"I may have had a change of mind. We can continue this tradition."

"Thought so."

"When are you back home? Soon?"

"In an hour or two. Why?"

"I have this image of you in black lace underwear stuck in my mind, that's all."

"Haha. If we hurry, I can be back in less than an hour."

"Then may I suggest you hurry?"

"Your wish is my command."

"See you later, 'gator."

"See you soon, baboon."