one missed call

fifty- five

the doorbell rang and she rushed to answer the door.

"hey,"

"sup, gurl." he grinned.

"waffles are already in the toaster." he followed her into the kitchen where the smell of the delicacy wafted in the air.

"so, i'm guessing there's a reason why you invited me over at 9 in the evening for waffles when you've been avoiding all my other means of hanging out recently?"

"first off, i'm sorry about that. i just... i spent a lot of time thinking these past few weeks. and now i want you to answer honestly... what do you know about that unknown number i gave you about a month ago?"

he frowned, "oh that? i thought you checked on oliver meeker?"

"is that all you know about it?"

"yeah, pretty much.. why?"

"are you sure? the best things are left unsaid,"

this seemed to have no effect whatsoever on ben for he just blinked, "trust me north, i have no reason to leave anything about it unsaid."

she smiled, "i know that now."

"why ask about it anyways? has there been any problems with this number?"

"no—no problem whatsoever."

"but what—"

"oh, waffles are done."