"Aye,"
"Wow twice in one day, you're slipping mate,"
"Nah, I actually m-meant to call you this time"
"Did you just hiccup?"
"Pft, n-no"
"You did it again, wait- are you drunk?"
"Okay all I can hear is giggles so I'm going to take that as a yes,"
"It's kind of late, do you have a safe way home?"
"I think s-so,"
"Far out Reyna, what's your friends number? Which number is different to mine?"
"It's, it's the last bit. It's either four-two-eight or four-eight-two,"
"Well four-eight-two is me so the other one is hers. Are you in a safe place right now?"
"Yeah, I got tired so I locked myself in a r-room,"
"Okay well you just hang tight there for a bit yeah? Don't move, you promise?"
"Y-yeah, I promise,"
"Okay, I'll talk to you soon Rey"
(...)
"Hello? Is this Selene?"
"This is she, yes?"
"Your friend Reyna, she's drunk and locked in some room at a party. Can you please pick her up please? Just so she's safe?"
"Oh my god, I've been looking for her everywhere! Thank you so much. We got separated and I was so worried"
"Just get her home, safe and sound"
"I will, I promise. Who are you anyway?"
"I'm Jake, she called- never mind. It's a bit of a long story, but I'm a friend. Bye,"
"Bye,"
(...)
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The Wrong Number
Short StoryShe dialled the wrong number, he answered. #767 in Short Story 26/12/16 #316 in Short Story 6/1/17 #78 in Short Story 17/3/17