"Uh-nika?"
That prompted a laugh out of me, her southern tone peaking, the way she said my name was unmatched.
"It's Onika," I corrected, watching as her expression changed to one of confusion.
"That's what I said, I thought?" another giggle arose...
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Late Night, June 24th Los Angeles, CA Onika's Pov
"Never anything to watch, I swear," I mumbled to myself, scrolling through the numerous channels. It was ironic to me, most of the shows on were reruns, all of which I could watch streaming with no ads, and the other shows were just boring. Streaming was taking over, the only reason we still had the cable boxes was because my mother loved her little shows on other people's lives.
I contemplated on Netflix or Hulu, honestly I just wanted some entertaining background noise to fill the quietness in my room. All freshened up after a nice shower, I was wrapped up in this cozy bed spread surrounded by the smell of shea butter from my moisturized skin. Well needed after dealing with the rude ass customers in the store today, I still wasn't used to them.
I understood that some people just had bad days, but it seemed like no matter what, there was always someone walking into the store with the nastiest attitude. It blew my whole mood, but I tried to stay optimistic.
I couldn't wait to get home, thus here I was, laying comfortable after the day's events. Since the night was starting out so well, I felt like having a small movie night.
With that given, I decided on Netflix, clicking on the first trending movie I saw and ran with it. Tossing the remote to the side, I snuggled into my pillows as the opening credits rolled through.
About ten minutes into the film, my phone began ringing. It was 11:42, pretty close to midnight, and I was wondering who had the audacity to be calling me at this hour. When I reached for the device, checking the caller ID, I saw it was some random number beginning with an area code I was unfamiliar with.
I was convinced it was one of those automated calling systems, the area code didn't even match the ones in my area. Ignoring it, I sat the phone back on the dresser and continued to watch my movie.
At least I tried to, not even a minute after the call had ended, it was ringing again. The fuck? I snatched it up once more, a mild irritation setting in. This person didn't want me to have peace, persistent they were.
So I answered, had to see what was so important that had them calling my phone this late.
"Hello," I gave a dry greeting to them when the call connected. A faint chuckle sounded from their end, striking confusion in me.
"So you just weren't gon answer my call?"
I was genuinely confused, firstly because who ever this was, was convinced that they knew who I was. Enough to which they felt I owed them my time and attention. The second reason being I had no clue as to who this was, or why they were calling so late.
