=5:20am, 7th of February 2016=
"Naaaaaya."
"Silas?"
"Sweetheart, why do you sound so surprised?"
"I thought... you weren't going to call."
"Why wouldn't I? I've to hear your beautiful voice, don't I? Add in a little spice of vulgarities and I'll be swell for the morning." [He throws in a laugh, followed by some crunches of something sounding like toasted bread]
"I'm sorry I cursed at you the other day."
[Silas stops eating]
"Whoa, whoa, sweetheart. Do you think the reason for my untimely absence yesterday was because you cursed at me?"
"Yeah? I mean you cut the line and you said you hated vulgarities and to be honest, the last thing I want right now is to piss of a stranger."
"Naya, I was joking. Anyway, I got called in for an earlier flight in the morning because some idiot decided it was alright to get hammered the night before."
"Oh, okay..." [Naya is slightly embarrassed, the colour in her cheeks reddening a little. Of perhaps it was due to the freezing temperature.]
"Besides, if it's anything, I love your crass, vulgar personality. It's charming."
[Naya scoffs and rubs her neck] "Someone's got a sweet tongue."
[Silas crunches on more bread]
"Only for you, Naya."
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Clinomania
Short StoryShort story with tablespoons of romance, teaspoons of comedy and pinches of drama. highest @ #12, thank you for all the love - "Who the fuck is this? It's five in the morning!" "What a rude salutation. This is Silas and I'm supposed to wake you up...
