"What now?"
"What a nice form of greeting."
"Get it straight, I don't have any time to deal with shit."
"One, no need to be rude when answering calls. Two, would you have happen to know who Cole Danner is?"
"..."
"Geez. I don't even know why I asked you this but never mind. You just seem like the type who listens to his kind of music stuff."
"Okay, I basically sounded like a creepy weirdo but—"
"What the fck did he do now?"
"Uhm...brr—oh sorry, it's really cold out here but as I was saying—"
"What do you mean cold?"
"Well the thing is, I'm outside this store where he said he'd be meeting this girl from my school to "personally" receive her "present." And since she's sort of busy, she told me to do it instead."
"What the—"
"But I didn't do it because I can't refuse her. I said no at first but then she opened this deal and I said yes."
"What deal?"
"She'll be giving me free books from her aunt's bookstore. Pretty much a good deal, I can't resist."
"The fck. You did that just for a fcking book?"
"How dare you. Books are precious to me your argument is invalid."
"Yadda yadda. Did you say store? Is this store a convenient store but with lots of fcking musical stuffs?"
"Uh yeah—"
end call.
"What a jerk," muttered Zoey.
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wrong number
HumorZoey was about to check her book transaction on this certain online bookstore website when she dialed the wrong number and wrong person at the same time. { short story - epistolary - written in english }