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Alana | Jared

"Yale girl!"

"Hey! How'd you know it was me?"

"You call at the same time every day."

"Wow, I'm so predictable."

"Uh-huh..."

"Imagine if I was someone else."

"That would've been awkward."

"Yeah, it would've been."

"Like this conversation."

"..."

"... hmm."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Why do you call here every day?"

"Oh..."

"Well?"

"Huh?"

"Aren't you going to answer that?"

"Does there have to be a reason?"

"Fine, have it your way. You could at least tell me your name."

"My name? Hah! Nice try. I'm not sure if I want to trust you with it yet."

"Trust me with a name? What could I possibly do with a name?"

"Search it up on Instagram?"

"Yeah, sure, if I had an account."

"Dammit. I can't stalk you?"

"You don't even know my name."

"I could find out easily. I know where you work."

"Creepy, much?"

"That's me, creepy Yale Girl."

"You don't have to stalk me to weed out information."

"Weed. See, that's one thing I could've found out if you had social media."

"It's an idiom. Gee, you really have selective hearing, don't you?"

"I don't. Just wanted to assess how you responded. Are you a defensive stutterer when you're caught or are you calm and collected?"

"Caught? I just told you it's an idiom."

"I know. This isn't fun anymore. You're not squirming under my accusation."

"You're weird."

"Thanks."

"If you want to know something, ask. I gotta go. I see a customer. Bye!"

Click.

"Bye." Alana smiled softly as she put her phone down.