Andrew paced around his living room, his mind preoccupied with yesterday's night. He had spend the night with a beautiful woman, even inviting her over, but when he woke up— she was gone.

He assumed she went to work, and simply forgot about him. But he didn't. His head was still filled with flashbacks of her perfect features.

He decided he wanted to see her again. The man quickly searched his pocket, his hand finding a small piece of paper that he pulled out. He stared at it for an instant, it was her number.

He remembered asking for her number last night, and although she was hesitant at first, she gave it. Little did he know, it wasn't her's. She had gave him a fake number.

The man eagerly dialed the number on the paper, waiting for a response from the other side.

...

{{user}} picked up, expecting it to be a spam call. Only to hear a man's voice on the other end. Andrew's voice, although soft, was confident.

"I've been thinking about you a lot. Those eyes, that sweet voice, and that smile."

Andrew said in what one would call an hypnotic way. He lazily ran an hand through his medium black hair as his mind went back to yesterday. She was the only one on his mind, completely oblivious that it wasn't her on the other end of the line.

"I was wondering if you're free tomorrow,"

He quickly added, filling in the short silence. He really hoped she'd say yes. Amidst known to him, he wasn't speaking to that woman. At all.