Angel
As I sit in my living room, I ponder what to do with the piece of paper that holds Benedict's number.
He seemed somewhat uncomfortable the whole time we were having lunch. I grab the piece of paper from my coffee table, then pull out my phone from my back pocket.
I tapped a few things on my phone, opening the contacts app. I put in Benedicts number, contemplating what I should say.
*
It's been about fifteen minutes and I'm staring blankly at my phone. Fuck it.
Me: Hey, this is Angel. From the coffee shop. You gave me your number and before I could've said anything you dashed off. Hopefully I didn't do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.
And if I did, I apologize immensely.
Sent. Now that's off my plate. I don't have to worry about. I stand, stretching upwards.
As I was collecting my things to go into my room, my phone when off.
I picked it up, reading the message.
Benedict: Hi, hello! I didn't think you'd message me today. And I'm sorry about how I left so abruptly, there was a problem going on with my roomates. And no, you didn't make me feel uncomfortable in any way.
He messages the way he speaks.
Me: Oh, good good. And sorry if I messaged you while you were busy.
Not even a minute later, he replied.
Benedict: No, I wasn't busy. Also, I noticed, not in a stalker type of way, but you don't have any social media.
Me: Yeah.. that so doesn't sound stalkerish.. but if you may know, in a few of words, social media is useless.
Which is true. In my opinion. All people do nowadays is update whether they chipped a nail, what they ate for breakfast, lunch and dinner, or the color of their own shit. Why put your personal life on a platter for everyone to see?
Nobody cares about that. Well, people with lives don't. I shrug to myself.
Benedict: I understand what you mean by that. Oh, thank you again, for having lunch with me. We should do that again sometime.
...did he just ask me out?
Angel don't get ahead of yourself. He's being friendly. A little too friendly.. I turn off my phone. That's enough with that for tonight.
I throw myself onto my bed. Mimi soon following, as she sits on my back. "Oh mimi, come here my cuddle buddy." I turn over, reaching out for her. I get comfortable, cradling mimi like the baby she is. And slowly fall asleep.
*
I turn over to hear my phone notification going off. I pick up my phone, squinting.
Katherine: Hey Angel! I know it's your day off and you have plenty of other things to do but I was wondering if you wanted to join me for a late brunch.
I squint my eyes, focusing on the phone screen.
Me: As long as you are paying.
I chuckle. Rubbing the sleepiness out of my eyes.
Katherine: Of course! I'll send you the address.
And so, I roll out of my bed, sliding on my house slippers and walk into my bathroom.

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Apathetic Boy
Romance• ap·a·thet·ic adjective showing or feeling no interest, enthusiasm, or concern. • Angel. He was a ball of sunshine. Smiled all the time, even on bad days. Always kept his chin high. Considering he never had a stable relationship with his family, no...