∆ Will You Call? ∆

"maybe hey will be our okay"

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

"I don't understand."

I stare at him. His brown fluffy hair and big brown eyes to match. I sigh.

"What's your name?"

His eyes shoot up to look at me. His tongue messes with his lip ring.

"Blake." His eyes look back down to his hands.

"I've caught you, haven't I?" I whisper.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He says quietly, not looking up.

I hold out my hand and he stares at it.

"Give me your phone."

"No!"

"Why not?" I ask quizzically.

"There's some things you don't need to see, alright? Plus, you didn't even know my name. We talk, but you don't remember me. How sad is that?" He says sharply.

I feel my stomach drop and I look at him for a second longer before flipping him off and turning back around.
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"word on the street is that you flipped a guy off after interrogating him."

"yea, well you wouldn't need to hear what 'the street' was saying, would you? i found you. admit it."

"i'm sorry, love."

"that's not an answer!"

"i'm sorry."

I hang up.
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3 Missed Calls: 10:34
2 Missed Calls: 11:11
1 Missed Voicemail
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Unknown: Hey, Dylan.
Me: Hey.
Unknown: Hey.
Me: Hey.
Unknown: Maybe "hey" will be our okay.
Me: Cheesy, no?
Unknown: Are you mad at me?
Me: I don't know. I think so.
Unknown: I'm sorry.
Me: Stop saying sorry.
Unknown: Sorry.
Unknown: I meant, okay.
Me: I know.
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