Numbers // weekman/weekeman

-Part 3-

-Dallon POV-

For the amount of time those three dots gained my attention, I was expecting a little more than just, "Who is this?"

Though, I guess, that is the standard response to a text you get from an unknown number. I grin to myself, thinking of all the ways I can be an asshole and respond with some fake name. Of course, I could be a good person and just say who I really am, but what's the fun in that?

So, being an asshole, I type back, Oprah Winfrey.

Haha, very funny. Who is this?

Again, with the "Who is this?" I must say, I am proud of myself with the Oprah joke. The person on the other end probably isn't enjoying this as much as I am. I should probably explain who I really am, I guess. Even though I would thoroughly enjoy keeping up the act.

Violin player should ring a bell, if this is the right number. And if you meant to even get this to me. Dropped it in the instrument case. Any of this familiar?

The three dots bring themselves back.

I did mean to get my number to u. Not like I was just gon walk up to u on the corner and just hand u my number like "Hey u dont know me but here u go, tExT mE, ToOdLEs!"

I'm sure I'm grinning like an idiot. I quickly type back. For some reason, I'm completely absorbed in this conversation. I'm not sure if that's normal. What made you suddenly decide you wanted to give me your number?

It wasnt "suddenly." I spent way too long trying to decide how and when I was gonna give it to u. But ya I liked your music I guess and Im not really the best at introducing myself so why not do it over text?

I'm pleased that this conversation is going smoothly, but one thing is still bothering me in the back of my mind. That's nice and sweet and all, but one thing. Who the hell are you? Because I told you who I am but I'm still completely oblivious to your identity.

A few minutes pass and for a second I think they've abandoned me until my phone pings with a notification. That would be too easy for u, is all the message says.

Bullshit, I type back, more determined to get an answer out of them. Tell me who you are. I don't wanna be texting some creeper.

U kinda know me. U saw me today. U would recognize me.

I saw a lot of people today.

Im not that hard to identify lmao.

This would be a lot easier if you just cooperated with me. I don't necessarily like guessing games, smartass.

U cant call me a smartass after u introduced urself as Oprah.

Good point.

AkakJsjsjqo fine I guess I'll tell u.

Go on, don't leave me hanging.

Does bright blue hair ring a bell?

Oh. Oh good lord. I should have fucking known! God, I'm so ignorant. I place my phone down on the table, leaning back and groaning loudly. I hear it ping again after a few moments. Jesus, how did I not know it was him? Even in the coffee shop he had this look on his face. I don't know how to describe it. A mix between surprise and recognition. But damn, he could've made so many better choices than the street violinist. When I finally look back at my phone, he just texted a, Hello?

Yeah I'm here. I just needed a moment to process this.

An immediate response. It's all good, I understand. I kinda needed a moment after I figured out u texted me.

Did you really think I wasn't gonna text you when you gave me the option?

Well yeah kinda.

Oh, perfect. Glad you already figured out that I'm an asshole.

It isnt that hard to recognize. But Im not just gonna call u "asshole" forever, so what's ur name?

Oprah.

Stfu.

Oh, so now you start bringing the profound language. You really wanna know my name, huh?

Actually, asshole, yeah I do.

Why?

Omfg it doesnt have to be this hard.

Are you just trying to make it seem like you're pissed off so I tell you my name, or are you actually mad?

The latter.

Oh, good. Because I love the fact that I'm genuinely pissing you off.

God, why?

Because it's kinda cute. As cute as "mad texting" can be, that is.