Wrong Number | Jack Avery ✓ ; jra

"Watermelon."

Him |Her| Daniel| Zach

"So Champagne, what do you usually do on your free time?"

"..."

"Hello?"

"Seriously Noodles? Small talk again?"

"Uh, yeah. Why?"

"Well, like I said before, you're trying to have small talk with someone you wrong dialed."

"I don't see anything wrong about that. Do you?"

".. I guess I don't."

"So what do you do on your free time?"

"I juggle knives."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"What?"

"Well.. That's uh, different?"

"But different is good, right?"

"I-- of course!"

"How about you, Noods? What do you do when you're not talking to the most gorgeous human being on Earth?"

"Uh, well..*indistinct chatter*"

"Noodles? You still there?"

"I--uh yeah. Well, on my free time I like to.. uh? Drink apple juice and eat watermelon."

"I hate watermelon."

"What the-- how could you?!"

"Excuse me? Noodles? Is that you?"

"Oh, uh. That's my friend, Daniel. You know? The one who--"

"Yeah. I remember him."

"Yeah.. Well  I have to um, go now.."

"..Okay?"

-call ended-

"Gosh I'm so awkward!"

"How the heck could she hate watermelon?!"

"My God, Daniel! Could you be any louder? I'm taking a shit and I could hear you from here!"

"I feel so bullied in this household. I need apple juice!"

"Damn Daniel."