Lauren, Corbyn, Narration
"Why do you keep calling when I am working? That too on my working phone."
"How do you know it's me?"
"I know your number, duh."
"Oh."
"You didn't answer my question."
"It's fun, you know. It gives me the thrill of doing something forbidden."
"Technically, it's me who is doing something forbidden. I am not allowed to chit chat with someone while working."
"Whatever. It's still thrilling. I might someday get you fired, who knows?"
"You are really mean, you know that?"
"Never said I was nice."
"I remember someone saying smirking is unoriginal. No who is the one smirking?"
"I wasn't smirking. Besides, I said it was unoriginal for boys to do it all the time. Never mentioned girls, now did I?"
"You are s-"
"Lauren. Can you go to the grocery shop? We are out of somethings." Lauren's mother informs her.
"Seems like gotta go. See you later, corbitchigator.
"In a while, lauratdile."
"That was....the best you.... could come up with?"
"............."
"Oh my ha-ha god....this... is so hil-arious."
"Just hang up already."
"Wai-"
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"He is so cute when he is embarrassed ."
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