When Dante picked up his phone, he was sure it was a buttdial from the sound of incoherent and seemingly drunk rambling coming from the other end. He honestly would’ve thought it was a completely different person with the wrong number, if not for your name and the cute little picture he had taken of you for your contact photo.

“Helloo?” He said, one last attempt at seeing if it was actually you or if someone had magically ended up with your phone number. When he got the same incoherent rambling, he hung up, eager to return to the cooking show he was watching. Quite different from his usual shows but he was trying something new as per your recommendation.

He just started to get comfortable again when his phone rang with your picture again. He pinched the bridge of his nose and answered the phone, mildly annoyed. "Okay, whoever this is, do you mind pissing off for a bit? I'm a little busy here."