"Hello?" Pt. 2

August 15th 2016

"Hello, lover."

"Hello... Uh, Sophie?"

"Daniel."

"Ok, so I stopped by your house today."

"Yeah? I made sure to text Ben this morning to warn him about you."

"Warn him about me?"

"About you visiting."

"Haha, ok. Just a quick question."

"Shoot."

"Why do you need so many clothes?!"

"It's not that many."

"It's a department store, Soph."

"You're over-reacting."

"Ok, maybe not a department store-"

"See. Over-reacting."

"More like a Topshop Flagship store."

"Oh, shut up. I don't have that many clothes."

"You do."

"I do not."

"You do too. Your guest room is completely full, Soph. Literally, I could not move in there. To get out, I ha to reverse because I couldn't turn. There's no room to swing a cat."

"Good thing we don't have a cat to swing then. Not that I condone cat swinging. Or any other kind of swinging."

"Sophie-"

"Daniel. See, I can do the serious voice too."

"Good for you. You need to declutter your closet."

"WHAT?!"

"I'm being serious"

"NO! I AM NOT THROWING OUT MY CLOTHES!"

"I'm not saying that you have to get rid of them all, but you know. Most of them."

"SACRILEGE!"

"Now who is over-reacting?"

"I work in fashion. I preserve fashion. I do not destroy fashion."

"Sophie-"

"Let me be clear about this- I'd rather get rid of you than get rid of my clothes."

"That's pathetic."

"And yet, still true."

"No, it isn't."

"I'm not getting rid of my clothes."

"Not even some of it?"

"Nope."

"I saw some fancy dress outfits in there, Soph. You don't need to keep them."

"What fancy dress outfits?"

"Your Halloween ones."

"I don't have Halloween ones. I hate Halloween."

"You have this nurse's outfit and a police officer one, too."

"Babe?"

"Yeah."

"Those aren't Halloween outfits."

"Yes, they- Oh. OH!"

"Mhm."

"Uh, well... on reflection-"

"Oh, so I can keep the bedroom dress up outfits, but a vintage couture Elie Saab dress has to go? Is that what you're saying?"

"..."

"..."

"I feel like I'm trapped."

"Why would you ever think that?"

"Because there's no right or wrong answer to that question."

"There is."

"Quite possibly, but I'm afraid that your version of the right answer and mine differ somewhat."

"Just a heads up, my version of the right answer is the only right answer."

"Ah, right. I'm sure there'll be plenty of closet space in the new house. I'll talk to the architect."

"You're going to build me my own closet?"

"Why not."

"Well, I feel like Carrie."

"Why would you feel like her?"

"Because Big built a dream closet for her."

"Carrie? Didn't she kill everyone at Prom?"

"Different Carrie, babe. I'm talking about Sex and the City Carrie, you're talking about horror movie Carrie."

"I'll trust you on this one."

"So, did I win the battle over the clothes?"

"You did."

"I thought I might."

"If you ever threaten to leave me again, though, I'll make sure I get your closet in the divorce. Contents included."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"I would. And I will. I'm a divorce lawyer, Sophie. I could literally take the clothes off your back too."

"That's just mean."

"Please. I'm quite skilled at taking the clothes off your back."

"Pervert."

"Haha, if you say so."

"Good job I love you."

"I love you too. Ridiculously large closet and all."

"Love me, love my clothes."

"Good night, Sophie!"

"Night, babe."