"Welcome to-."
"Hey, it's me."
"Why do you keep calling?"
"Because I know that I may have seemed stupid at first, but I'm not."
"And I should know this because?"
"Because you're the only person that can hold a decent conversation with me for three minutes."
"Flattered, now goodbye."
"Wait, hold on."
"Since I don't know your name."
"And I know you won't tell me."
"Okay."
"I've decided to give you a name. I'm going to call you, Sapphire."
The line was silent for a few seconds before it broke out into a melodious laugh, which didn't stop Avery from smiling but feeling confused.
"What's so funny?"
"Sapphire. Really?"
"Yeah, well since I don't know your name. I'm forced to give you one."
"How do you know if I'm a girl or a guy?"
"Just guessing."
"Sapphire, it is then."
"By the way, I'm Avery."
"Fridge girl seems more decent to me."
"But since we're doing these name making, I'll call you Clarisse."
"Clarisse, why that name?"
"Oh, it's a character I don't like."
And the line went dead.
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