"Hello. This is Target -"
"It's Farah, Jessy."
"Oh, goodie! How are you?"
"HEALING, MOTHERFUCKER."
"YASSSSS. YOU'RE BACK. THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"
"You brought my inner bitch back but Chance still won't answer me."
"Don't worry about that! He answers me! And I found out that he's visiting for Christmas! That's your chance, Farah."
"I- THIS CHRISTMAS?!"
"No. The Christmas of 3025."
"..."
"Sorry. I use sarcasm a lot."
"...So did Chance."
"STOP. DON'T TURN SAD. STOP."
"HOLDING ONTO MY INNER BITCH."
"DO IT. DO IT."
"I'm good. I did it. No tears. No tears."
"Good! So, he's staying for a whole week. I'm personally bringing him back to target. On Christmas Eve. We close at midnight that day and I want you to call at exactly 11:59 PM. I'm going to put you on speaker and Chance will be forced to listen."
"No."
"No?"
"I'll call. But I'm going to be there too."