Bold: Liam
Normal: Ivy
- Incoming Call -
11:56 AM
Unknown Number
"Hello! welcome to subway hotline! how may I be of assistance today?"
"Hey I was just wondering and don't laugh at what i'm about to ask it's not my fault I don't know how to cook, okay?"
"Okay dont worry, I won't judge."
"Okay well..."
"... Go on."
"How the hell do you cook frozen chips? like I'm actually starving over here and I don't have any wifi to google it and I don't wanna burn the house down because well it's not my house and burning it down would be pretty bad."
"..."
"... Stop laughing at me, you promised."
"Wait, wait, wait, so you're telling me you have no idea how to cook frozen chips?"
"Yes, that's what i'm saying, I do recall just asking how to cook frozen chips."
"Oh you sweet thing, honey, the instructions are literally on the back of the box."
"They are?"
"Yes."
"Well, would you look at that, they are! however, if I still burn this house down I'm blaming you because well it's easier than blaming myself."
"Haha whatever, go and make your frozen chips silly, I've gotta get back to work and for the love of God please don't burn the house down, okay?"
"Okay i'll try, bye."
Beep Beep Beep
- Call Ended -
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Hotline
Short StoryLiam accidentally calls a young, annoying, fast-talking, positive girl at work. Intrigued by this girl and slightly guilty for his rude first impression, he continues to call. Can this newly formed friendship lead to something more? and what happens...
