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━━━━ *̩̩̥͙ ˚̩̥̩̥ *̩̩͙⁀➷｡ NANAMI SAT HER PLATE DOWN ON THE DARK BROWN TABLE WITH A CLUNK TO GET A CLOSER LOOK AT THE BLUE MARKING ON THE PIZZA BOX. She debated on reading before getting another slice, but her stomach reminded her to go put some food on her plate.

She sat two warm, delicious slices of pizza on the glass plate and dribbled some garlic sauce onto them both. Then she opened up the extra container of olives the pizza place sent her and put a few down on her plate.

She went to close the box but remembered the writing on the top and lifted the top flap back up.

She slightly shifted on her right side and began to read the messy handwriting.

𝘔𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘺?

𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦~ 𝘚𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘈𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦?

209-871-8668 <3

Nanami immediately snorted at the failing flirtatious message and grabbed her plate and headed for her cream couch. "That had to be a joke," Nanami thought as she got herself situated and comfortable on the medium-sized couch.

Nanami quickly threw a glance over her shoulder to look at the box on her maple-colored table.

"A joke, it has to be. Right?"

She shook her head and opened up her laptop to try and get rid of the ridiculous, distracting thoughts.

The starry night went by as she endlessly moved her fingers across her black keys and filled up on the pizza. By the time it reached, 1:12 am she yelled out a triumphant "done!" throughout her apartment, signifying that she finished typing up the essay.

Quickly sharing the rushed essay with her professor she pulled herself from the comfy, alluring pull of the couch and sluggishly made her way towards her kitchen to go take care of the food.

She went to wash her plate and place it in the dishwasher before putting the pizza away in the fridge. Before grabbing the box to break it down, she thought about the silly message once more.

What would be the harm in calling? She didn't have anything to do for the rest of the night besides stressing about the grade her essay was going to get.

She shrugged her shoulders, picking up her phone and snapping a picture of the number just in case boredom gets to her.

Taking care of the box she went to go collect her things off of the couch and head to her room.

Plopping down on her full-sized bed, Nanami slid under her comforting comforter trying to find a comfortable spot under her sheets before pulling up Hulu on her laptop. Searching for something to entertain her till she fell into the jaws of sleep.

Thirty minutes had breezed by as her mind kept redirecting her focus to the number. She tried telling herself it was silly, but curiosity got her better.

"Fuck it."

She raised herself to rest on her fluffy pillows and reached for the phone. Unlocking it she went to her photos and memorized the number to go dial.

Punching the last numbers in she took a deep breath before clicking the call button.

A ringing filled the empty room as Felix walked out of his tiny bathroom currently drying his damp, blue hair. He picked up his phone to see who was calling so late. He glanced at the screen seeing an unknown number.

Did he forget someone was supposed to call him, or?

Wait... did she?

The way he embarrassed himself in front of her, he didn't think she would think twice about calling him. And with the message, what did Chan even put?

Was she calling him to tell him he's a creep or did Chan write something good?

Well, none of his questions would be answered if he didn't call back.

Slowly unlocking his phone, he clicked on the miscall and called her back.

"Hello?"

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