Emma woke up the next morning, replaying snippets of last night’s text exchange with her “wrong number therapist.” She laughed to herself,
thinking of how he’d poked fun at her disastrous date with Brad and made her feel strangely… normal. For someone she hadn’t even met, he’d
been surprisingly comforting.
In the daylight, though, her brief interaction felt like a funny little blip, something to laugh about with her best friend Sophie and then move on
from. Emma poured herself a coffee, sat down on her little apartment’s kitchen stool, and fired off a
text to Sophie, eager to share the story.
> Emma: Sooo… Last night, I accidentally texted my rant about Brad to a stranger instead of you.
Within seconds, Sophie replied, clearly awake and intrigued.
> Sophie: OMG, what? Please tell me you didn’t spill ALL the details…
> Emma: I may have poured out my ENTIRE dating history. And, um, he… actually encouraged me? Turned into a whole therapy session.
> Sophie: Did he ghost you after realizing you’re crazy?
> Emma: No, he was totally into it! He even joked that he’s sending me a bill for his “therapy” services.
> Sophie: Oooh. So, Mr. Wrong Number has a sense of humor? Intriguing…
> Emma: Don’t get ideas! He’s just some random guy. It was a one-time thing. Besides, I don’t even know his name.
> Sophie: Sounds like a rom-com plot to me. Don’t be surprised if he texts you again. You guys already have more chemistry than you and Brad
did.
Emma rolled her eyes, though she secretly agreed with Sophie. She certainly wouldn’t complain if he
texted again, but she had no intention of reaching out herself. That would be ridiculous.
But then, as if summoned by the universe, her phone buzzed. And there it was—a message from
her mystery therapist.
> Unknown Number: Hey, Pepper.
She nearly spit out her coffee. Had he just called her “Pepper”? Her cheeks flushed a bit, both flattered and caught off guard. Not knowing what
else to do, she texted back.
> Emma: "Pepper"?
> Unknown Number: Yeah. I figured you’re fiery and probably like spicy food? Thought it suited
you.
Emma bit her lip, trying to stifle a grin. She didn’t know whether to find it charming or presumptuous, but “Pepper” felt oddly fitting.
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Texting The Wrong Number
Short Story"It all started with one wrong text..." Emma Carson's life takes a surprising twist when a breakup rant accidentally lands in the inbox of a complete stranger. But instead of ignoring her, the stranger-a witty, sarcastic guy who calls himself "Capta...
