"What is that? It's so ugly."
"That emoticon is pretty FYI."
"Yeah, and I'm a sloth."
"Never got the privilege of seeing you irl, so I don't know if you're lying or not ;)"
❝In which a cheerful yet touchy girl accidentally falls in love with a cheek...
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Four days after the first chat, Fahad texted her again.
He didn't even know why he was doing what he was doing. He just couldn't shake himself out of the feeling he felt when she insulted him over the phone. Fahad Imran had never heard a girl file a complaint like the way she did— so carefree yet so forceful. As if she was the boss of that place and not him.
It was eleven at night, same as the last time, when Fania's phone pinged with a message. She was going through some work related papers with her big framed glasses perched on her nose. Her shoulder length chestnut brown hair were tied into a hasty little ponytail. She pulled away her glasses before picking up her cell and staring at the screen.
Another unknown number.
Her face pulled into a grimace as she opened the green messaging app.
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fahad | fania
Hi
Bye
This soon?
Who's this? I don't have time to deal with people like you
What do you mean people like me?
Fania's eyebrows crunched up. She had a hunch who this person was, judging by the way of texting.
Are you, by any chance, the pervert from the other night?
The one and only ;) Minus the pervert part (-_-)
Knew it And by people like you, I meant 'perverts'
You sure love that word, don't you?
It's the only word that suits you guys
Now you're insulting me
Good At least you have enough brain cells to get the message
