The moonlight streams into her small apartment windows and over her face as she lays in bed, sound asleep. But she was rudely woken up by a loud buzz from her phone on her bedside the table

"Urge! What now?!"

She groans as she rolls over her comfy bed and silky sheets before she reaches out for her phone. Still half asleep she opens her eyes and grabs it. Lifting it up to her eyes, the blue light streams over her face. Her eyes widen as she sees it is your set of numbers on her screen. But she never gave you her number. Why would she give her worst enemy that she has been trying to catch for years, (and secretly loves), her number?