"Ello, love."
"I'm starting to hate how this is turning into a regular thing."
"You secretly love it."
"Just because you do, doesn't necessarily mean I would too."
"You will soon."
"I'm busy, right now."
"What could you possibly be busy with on a Friday evening?"
"People without a life wouldn't understand."
"Are you insinuating that I don't have a life?"
"Do I need to make it more obvious?"
"You're not completely wrong."
"..."
"...So, interrupting your sleep was a good idea. Felt bad for doing that, but if that's what you want, I've no objection."
"How nice of you."
"Of course. I'm quite the gentleman, I've been told."
"You're about as gentlemanly as a dead slug."
"You always have something negative to say, don't you?"
"Absolutely. I have to go now, Max-"
"Wait- tell me your name, pretty girl."
"Tuesday."
"Whoa, cute."
"It's horrible."
"How so?"
"Why would anybody name their child after a day of the week?"
"Because, it's beautiful."
"Then, I don't deserve it."
"You do, but I'd rather call you, Lucifer."
"I'm not-"
"What- what the fuck was that?"
"Uhm."
"She... hung up- on me."
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