Bold: Liam
Normal: Ivy
- Incoming Call -
12:35 PM
Unknown Number
"Hello?"
"I've just realised I have no idea what your name is."
"Well hello to you too and I don't know what yours is either, can I guess? oh please, oh please, oh please let me guess."
"Calm down there, sure guess."
"Bob."
"No."
"Steve?"
"Not even close."
"Jacob?"
"So close yet so far away."
"Pickles?"
"Def- wait what?"
"Pickles?"
"Why would my parents name me Pickles? that's horrible, that's just not right."
"Well can you just tell me already? by the time I guess it right i'll be 130 years old."
"Highly unlikely and don't forget you wanted to guess."
"Let this be a valuable lesson to never listen to me."
"Okay... duly noted."
"So... name."
"Liam."
"THAT WAS MY NEXT GUESS!"
"Was not! liar, liar, pants on fire!"
"Hey, it was! even ask my brain."
"How can I even - never mind, what's yours?"
"Bond... James Bond."
"Very fun-
Beep Beep Beep
- Call Ended -
"- Oh she did not just do that."
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Short StoryLiam accidentally calls a young, annoying, fast-talking, positive girl at work. Intrigued by this girl and slightly guilty for his rude first impression, he continues to call. Can this newly formed friendship lead to something more? and what happens...
