"Sweet Cakes Bakery how may I-"
"Muffin!"
"Max!"
"Hey, Oph, you need to not scream on the job"
"Oph? Your name is Oph?"
"No my name is not Oph, It's Ophelia. Gia, the darn blonde, cannot get it through her head that MY NAME IS NOT OPH"
"Okay, okay, I get it. Calm down, Oph"
"Ugh!"
"Anyways, Muffin, my one and only-"
"Stop with the nicknames"
"My sweet, sweet Lia, I need you to give me your cell phone number."
"No"
"Before you say that, please hear me out. We're friends, even though I just now learned your name, but that's beside the point. I called in the other day and you weren't the one who answered! I need to be able and get ahold of you"
"Why would you need to get ahold of me?"
"For math help..."
"You know I suck at math."
"Okay, because you're the only one I can talk to"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Listen, Muffin. This may be a shock but I don't have many friends,"
"You don't say"
"And I really like you. I mean, I uh, I like talking to you. So, please?"
"Fine."
"Yes!"
"Shut up, you idiot"
"Anything for you, Lia"
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Muffin
Short Story"Hey Megan, did you find those notes?" "Uh, I think you have the wrong number, Sir." One wrong number with a very sweet outcome.
