I'm bored...
Okay...
So did you have those tacos?
You, again? Listen...I told you I had the wrong number. I thought we were done with our conversations.
You thought wrong!
Great. What's your name?
Can't say...you didn't give me tacos.
I don't know you!
So you think...
Wait, I do?
I don't know. Do you Carmen?
So you know my name. Yippee...
Didn't I just say it?
Yeah...so who are you?
Tacos first, identity later.
You could be a creep for all I know. You might not deserve tacos.
Ah! You're a smart one!
I am a straight A student
I will give you one hint.
Okay!
I have black hair.
Well that helps a lot :|
You can thank me later ;)
Do. Not. Wink. At. Me.
O. K. A. Y.
Are you being an ass?
Nah, just giving some sass!
Are you a poet?
Nah
Are you a English and history or a Math and science person?
Science and English :~)
That face gives me life :)
Will it give me tacos? :~)
No, nice try!
Darn it! :~}
That one is great too! XD
Glad I can entertain :-€
You need to stop before I wake up my parents with laughter!
Fine :-)
Goodnight creep.
Goodnight Carmen.
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Your Number
Short StoryIt all started when at 4:25 a text directed towards Carmen's mom sent to someone else. Someone she might know. Someone she might even have history with. Will the anonymous person ever get his tacos?
