=1:49pm, 15th April 2016=CALL
"I don't know when okay? Just shut your gob will you?"
"Silas?"
"Hello? Yeah sorry bout that. Was talking to-"
"Hi Naya!"
"Uh... who is that?"
"Oh it's Jared."
"Co-pilot Jared?"
"Yes, we're eating dinner at the airport. Got a red eye tonight."
"Oh okay... Hi Jared?"
"Naya says hi."
"Silas talks about you all the time, giggling and all that."
"Eat your pasta."
"Amazing. I've that effect-"
"Hold on a minute... Does that mean you guys are in your pilot uniforms?"
"Yeah, why?"
[She keeps silent for a second, grinning very widely behind the phone.]
"Nothing, just curious."
"Ah... I know what my Naya wants."
"What? What does Naya want?"
"She wants a picture of me in my uniform. She finds it hot, probably a fetish or something."
"Silas fucking Lancaster!"
[It was a wonder how Silas could pinpoint such precise guesses.]
"Alright sweetheart, gimme a sec."
"Jared, do me a favour and take a picture of me will you?"
"Oh my god. Silas please, you're going to attract attention."
[Silas rushes just outside the open air cafe, and hands Jared the phone, standing in position behind the busy crowds.]
"Gotta attract Naya's. Come on, with haste."
"Jared, please stop him..."
"No can do. He's already posing in front of the restaurant. The man's unstoppable."
[Jared snaps pictures with his phone, angling to get the perfect shot. As he takes them, a rather high classed lady, dressed in branded clothing from head to toe wanders into the picture.]
"What the fuck?"
"What's wrong?"
[The lady taps onto Silas' shoulder and talks to him, a little too intimately one might say.]
"Um..."
[She flirts with him and laughs, lightly hitting him on his shoulder. Silas looks the least bit amused.]
"Spit it out."
[After a good minute or so, he bids her goodbye with a sheepish smile, face flushed.]
"Jared, your silence is killing me."
"Well Naya, using my male intuition, I would say Silas might've just been asked out on a date..."
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WHAT?!?!?! WHAT IS GOING ON?!?!
-MANY FEELS AWAIT-
<this edit (which im so proud of) better stimulate your love for Silas>
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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...