"Sapphire. That wasn't cool."
"What wasn't cool?"
"You lied to me."
"I didn't lie to you. I gave you a story."
"Sapphire."
"Clarisse."
"That wasn't cool."
"You already said that."
"You lied to me."
"And that."
"Sapphire. I'm being serious. You don't lie about things like that."
"If you hadn't seemed to notice, with a hotline, you're not supposed to give out any information. I'm keeping my identity a secret."
"How do you know I'm not a serial killer?"
"Actually. I never thought about it like that."
"Exactly. Yet you still seem to enjoy talking to me."
"I don't know, being the only person at home makes you feel... lonely."
"Am I some sort of stress reliever to you or something?"
"N-no. You're more important. You've actually made me question a lot more things in a few days than I have done in my entire life."
"You've made me look at life in a different perspective."
"I see, Clarisse. Would you like a side of fries with that?"
"I know deep down, you care too."
"Have a goodnight, Sapphire."
The line was silent for a few seconds before a soft voice responded.
"You too."