=5:30am, 17th February 2016=
[Naya is awake, waiting.]
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive
[Waiting for the phone to ring a few more times before answering, she puts on a 'tired' voice.]
"Morning, sweetheart."
"Morning."
"You sound strangely alive. Were you already awake?"
"No..."
"Don't lie. You always go 'fffu...you' when you wake up. So how was it?"
"How was what?"
"Seven days without me."
"Fantastic."
"Good Lord, you are such a terrible liar. And Valentine's? Did you get a date?"
[There is a pause before Naya speaks again.]
"No..."
"Oh..." [Silas had a fraction of satisfaction in his voice.] "Well, you'd be glad to know I didn't."
"Why not? Thought you're such a 'charmer' and all that?"
"I've got you, haven't I?"
"Oh please, I'm not yours to take."
"Excuse me if I claim you for a minute because frankly, sweetheart, I've been calling you for exactly two weeks now so I believe I'm entitled to at least that."
"God knows you're just an ugly old crone behind that phone."
"Ah but I am a handsome devil. Aren't you a lucky girl."
"The luckiest."
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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...
