Happy Helpline

Call #17

"Rosalie."

"Marcel."

"How are you doing?"

"Pretty good."

"Really? What's made it so good?"

"This guy.."

".."

"Marcel?"

"I'm listening."

"Okay so he's the brother of one of my friend's friend."

"..."

"I was at a concert and he was just so.. sweet and smart and-"

"Mhmm."

"I mean he was just so.."

"Concert?"

"Oh a concert as in classical music type."

"Oh. When was this?"

"Last night."

"Wait, what did he look like?"

"He had brown hair, these beautiful hazel eyes, and he had them cakes."

"What was he wearing?"

"It was a suit, regular suit and tie. Which worked really well for his ass. Um the tie was bright yellow though."

"..." He's shocked

"It was actually a big conversation piece, the tie."

"So what did you think of his personality?"

"He was so sweet with a hint of player in him."

"Really?" He laughs out

"Yeah I dunno he- Ugh!"

"What!?"

"I wish I asked for his number. Why didn't I ask for his number?"

"I could give you his number."

"What?"

"You were talking to me last night."

"You're lying."

"I'm not."

"Don't play with my emotions Marcel."

"I swear I'm not."

"..."

"Rosalie?"

"Where were we?"

"At the auditorium on 57th street."

"What was I wearing?"

"Black dress with a dark blue clutch."

"..."

"..."

"I'm so fucking embarrassed."

".." bursts out laughing

"I can't."

"At least I know I have a nice ass."

"Ah ha ha." Mimics

".." continues to laugh

"Ah ke ke ke." She mimics

"Here's my number, ###."

"###."

"Then ###"

"###."

"Then ####."

"Okay so, ###-###-####."

"Yeah."

"Bye."

"Wait what?"

"I'll call you on your cell later."

"You better."

"Bye cakes."

--Phone call ends--