It happened one night

The Voicemail, an Introduction

Y/n (your name)
H/c (your hair color)
R/C (Restaurant Choice)
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"Hey it's Robert. Look I'm sorry if this is a bad time but I wanted to invite you to dinner tomorrow say 7? Rooftop at R/C? See you then, hopefully. Love ya bye."

Your jaw dropped. You looked at your phone after hanging up in disbelief. This man sounded so handsome. You immediately wanted to say yes and tell him you would be there but; you knew the message wasn't intended for you. You couldn't stop beaming from ear to ear however.

Whoever this man was, you began forming an image in your mind of what he looked like. All of those romance novels and movies had nothing on this guy. He was sexy. Had a great body. Was already great in bed. You shuttered and little bumps began to crawl on your skin. You put down your backpack and immediately texted your best friend.

They couldn't believe it either. You hurried to shower and get dressed in your favorite after work outfit. Towel dried hair and you sat down to watch the news for a bit. Your mind however was all over the place. Your phone buzzed.

"Y/n come open the door I got something for you."

It was your friend. They came over rather fast. You open the door and there they were. They brought your favorite food and wanted to talk all about this voicemail. They saw you blush at the mention of his name.

"Look," you began. "What if I show up and there is another person there. You know. The one who is supposed to be me? How do I know this Robert guy didn't already send the message to the correct person."

They gave you an eyebrow. "Wouldn't he have called or something to apologize? I mean come on. Good thing I have an 'in' at R/c."

You two began formulating a plan for tomorrow night. You thought to yourself, "I don't know who you are Robert but, I am ready for you."