Wrong Line

prologue

❝Normal❞ | Tyrone

"Normal" | Nina

"Normal" | Clara

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❝Clara, you promised a hotline number for me last week,❞ the desperate Tyrone practically whined at his best friend.

"Jesus, oh my God," she hissed, shoving her hand into her purse and fishing out a piece of paper. "Here it is! Take it, you moron."

Clara dumped the paper on his hands and he stared at it, a smile on his face.

❝Thank you!❞ he breathed out.

"Of course, well, I have to go. Have fun, Ty!"

As soon as his best friend disappeared down the streets of their neighborhood, he quickly dialled the number from the paper.

. . .

❝Finally, someone answered.❞

"Uhm, you've been calling for the past three minutes. What the heck do you want?"

❝Isn't this the famous 'Love Line'─ wait, who is this?❞

"No, it's not, you idiot. Now stop calling."

❝So... you're not looking for a partner?❞

❝... hello? sigh... she hung up on me.❞