Alana | Jared
"Welcome to Karen's Florist shop. How may I help you?"
"..."
"Hello?"
"I'm thinking..."
"Oh, it's you."
"I'm going to ignore that tone and continue to the fact that you should be asking what are you thinking about, Yale girl?"
"..."
"Well?"
"Oh, alright. What are you thinking about?"
"-Yale girl?"
"Uh, Yale girl?"
"That's more like it. Ahem, so I was thinking that you don't sound like a Jared"
"What do you mean I don't sound like a Jared? What does a Jared sound like? Jared is a name, not a voice! It's my name. I sound like myself!"
"Dramatic much, buddy?"
"Talk about yourself, Yale girl."
"Hmm, Jared ..."
"What?"
"Nah, I'm just testing the name out. It feels weird not to call you Flower Boy anymore."
"You still can if you want."
"Are you sure you want to make such a commitment, Jared flower?"
"Commitment? Jared flower? Wha-"
"Aww, you're embarrassed!"
"Shut up! You're the one growing a soft spot for me. Oh, I'm Yale girl and it feels weird not to call Jared Flower Boy anymore."
"Your high pitched mimicry of my voice is pathetic, you man child. I do not sound like that!"
"Sure you do. Admit it, you have a soft spot for me."
"..."
"Now, who's embarrassed? HAH!"
"..."
"Did you - Are you going to- "
Click.
"-hang up?"
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