Wrong Number | Jack Avery ✓ ; jra

"Eight letters."

Him | Her | Her friend

"Is your mom an alcoholic?"

"Dafuq?"

"Because whenever I look at you, you make my world spin around."

"Damn dude. You suck at pick-up lines."

"I do not !"

"Yes you do. Listen and learn."

"Okay."

"Are you floor wax?"

"Why?"

"Because I love you. Oops, I slipped."

"Damn. That was actually good."
 

"I know."

"So what's your real name?"

"Are you seriously making small talk with someone you wrong dialed?"

"I guess I am."

"Well.. Just call me Champagne. I like to be mysterious."

"...okay? Well then, just call me Noodles because I like to be instant."

"That makes no sense at all."

"Yeah, like those eight letters."

"What eight lett--"

-call ended-

"What a rude mother-- urgh! V, can you look up what eight letters mean?"

"Sure!"