Help Line

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emily | levi

Hello, welcome to help line. How may I-

Hey, Sam.

Grace? Hey. It's been a couple days since I've last heard from you.

Yeah. I've just been busy.

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Um, so how have you been?

Is it sad that I don't even know how to answer a simple question like that?

Slightly. But I'm not judging. It's actually a hard question to answer. I understand.

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So, how have you been?

Good. Or as good as anybody can be.

I've been wondering. How did you end up working at a help line?

I'm a broke college student who needs money. This was one of the easier jobs for me to take since I can work from my dorm.

Huh. I honestly imagined you as a twenty something year old guy who lives in his parents' basement and sits in a cubicle all day long answering calls.

My pride is wounded, Grace. I can't believe you thought that.

Haha, sorry.

What about you? Where are you in life right now?

College as well.

Nice. What are you majoring in?

Chemistry.

I never would have pegged you as a science geek.

I can just hear the absolute hatred for science in your voice.

It's horrible. I've never understood science.

It's not that bad.

Lies. It's the subject created by the devil himself.

Come on, aren't you a bit interested in science?

Only when the topic is on easy stuff like photosynthesis.

Whatever. Science is great.

You've clearly been brainwashed.

Psh. Whatever. What are you even majoring in?

Economics.

Ew.

Better than chemistry.

No, it's definitely not.

Stop denying the truth, love.

It's Grace to you.

Nah, I like calling you love.

Why?

It's just fun making you blush.

I'm not blushing.

I can practically hear how embarrassed you are.

Ugh. Whatever. Bye, Sam.

[call ended]

She's totally blushing.