Stranger Calls

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"Hey."

"Hello."

"So, what did your brother want you to do?"

"Oh, um, just stuff. We might have a family gathering tomorrow. My annoying cousin is going to be there. He said he's going to bring another girl there. And this time it's actually 'serious'."

"He sounds really bad. But at least you're insulting him and not me."

"You want me to insult you?"

"Don't worry yourself, sweetheart, I'm not losing any sleep on it. My face is still as handsome as you want it to be."

"Wow, your ego has been growing bigger since the last time we discussed about this."

"It's a reasonable size, judging on what you're basing it on."

"Whatever. Is it my fault that sounds dirty?"

"It can be if you want it to be."

"I can't believe I'm having this conversation with an imbecile. You're infecting me with your dirty mind. I'm starting to think stupidity is a disease you carry."

"Are you talking about yourself, sweetheart? I'll have you know I'm not an imbecile and certainly not the least bit 'stupid'. I have never gotten a B in my entire life."

"I'm not surprised. B stands for body isn't it? Or blow job?"

"...Ugh, whatever Rhea."

"I am not a 'Rhea'. Just tell me your name! It's not like I would know you or something..."

"It's Will."

"Will only?"

"No... it's.. Will Acrewoods."

"Like in Winnie the Pooh? The Hundred Acrewoods? I actually used to think it was the Horrible Aching Woods, but now I remember!"

"Are you a sadist? Of course it was The Hundred Acrewoods!"

"So... you watched Winnie The Pooh?"

"I don't know..."

"Hmm?"

"I don't remember, okay?"

"Stop laughing!"

"It's just too funny. Who did you like, Pooh? Or Tigger?"

"I happen to like Eeyore, thank you very much."

"You like the literal meaning of laziness and just hiding in your house on a sunny day?"

"I do."

"Wow, I bet you're an eighty-year-old guy with a big belly who drinks beer on some days."

"I told you, I'm much younger than that. Like..."

"Now you're calculating."

"Like... whatever, 23 out of 80 of that!"

"I bet you just remembered 23 is a prime number."

"Since when did you become the smart one?"

"I know all the answers to your questions. But sadly I don't know why and how I could possibly be so smart!"

"...And you're complaining to me about my ego... ugh, my ex is going to be there."

"Where?"

"She's following my best friend to lunch with his family."

"You're still upset?"

"No... I guess Jean was really nice, but she wan't 'The One' so I'm still a little bit focused on my ex."

"Jean was the girl on your blind date?"

"Yeah. She was okay, but we didn't click."

She couldn't stop the giddy feeling that overtook her. But she felt confused, why was she happy? It's only been a few phone calls of getting to know this guy. For all she knew, he could actually be an old sex-craved creepy man. He could be lying.

"Sorry to hear that."

"Nah, it's fine. But I've got to go. Call you tomorrow, ok?"

"Ok. Bye!"

< call ended >

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