Four o'clock tomorrow

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Monday

Today, the boy took long steps down Queen Victoria's street, and looked around before stepping into the red phone box.. He told himself that if anyone asked, he would tell them he was hiding from the rain... but then he couldn't think of anyone who would ask. When the phone rang, he tried not to pick it up right away.

"Hel-"

"Why didn't you answer yesterday?"

"Oh gee.. cause it was Sunday."

"..."


"I don't go to school on Sunday, so I don't walk home on sunday."

"Oh... I guess that makes sense."

"Yea."

" So you go to school on Saturday?"

"No. But I walk home on Saturday."

"Ah,"

"Mhm"

"Is it raining?"

He looked out the small windows and watched water drip down, and come together at the bottom of the pane. It was a bit loud against the metal roof of the phone box, so he wasn't surprised she asked. It had been raining all week.

"Yes."

"Here too."

"Really?"

"Mhm, it just started."

"..."

"..."

"My name is Oliver."

"Okay."

"..."

"Thanks,"

"For what?"

"Telling me."

"Oh... Your welcome?"

"What time is it there?"

"Four, o'three."

"I call at exactly four, then. Here it's eleven."

"Okay,"

"Okay?"

"Okay, so I'll be waiting at exactly four o'clock tomorrow then, yeah?"

"Erm, yea."

"Okay."

"..."

Beeep

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