in which a boy boredly calls a random number at 11:11pm every night, not expecting to meet a sarcastic girl just a year older than him.
✎ The Rose Awards winner - short story ✎
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"Hello?"
"Asshat, why the hell aren't you answering your best friend's calls?"
"Jo?"
"Yes, dickhead, it's me! Now answer my fucking question!"
"I dunno... I've been busy."
"Oh, don't you feed me that BS. You've been busy at 11:11 at night?"
"Yeah..."
"Cal, please. You can tell me. I promise I won't tel Li- I mean phone girl."
"..."
"Cal?"
"I saw her face."
"How? Where? When?"
"Last week. We were face timing so that I could show her some of my calligraphy stuff and she dropped her phone and accidentally appeared in the camera."
"Ohhhh, so you're not talking to her because you think she's ugly?"
"NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT. She's... she's anything but ugly."
"Awww."
"Shut up."
"Cal, call her back."
"What do I even say? Oh, hey phone girl, sorry I've been ignoring your calls, I just thought that you were too beautiful for me."
"Wait, you think she's too beautiful for you?"
"...yeah."
"Where are you right now?"
"Uh, at home? Why?"
"Meet me at the Starbucks on Knight street. If you don't show up I'll track you down and castrate you in your sleep."
