“Hello.”
Pause, then a hesitant, “Is Jasmine home?”
“No she’s not. May I take a message?”
“No message, I will try her later.”
After the phone disconnected, I looked at the caller idea and saw an unfamiliar phone number starting with 910. As I finished cooking, I reflected on how odd the phone call was. Jasmine never mentioned she knew anyone in the 910 but then again, the area code covered a large part of the state so really I had no need to worry. As I sat down to eat, a thought filled my mind. Wilmington is in the 910. I decided to look through the phone at the call log to see if that number had shown up before. After scrolling through about ten previous calls and feeling like a jealous fool, I didn’t see the number.
Just as my finger was poised to hit next, I heard, “Damn, baby whatever you cooked smells good.” It was Jasmine, all smiles and full of apologies for being an hour late.