It was just past 1 a.m. when your phone buzzed on the nightstand, dragging you out of the comforting silence of your bed. Groggy and a bit annoyed, you picked it up, expecting some random spam call. To your surprise, it was an unknown number.

You hesitated for a moment, then answered.

“Hello?” you said, your voice heavy with sleep.

“Lucia, hey… can you come pick up Ryan?” a voice asked—a guy you didn’t recognize.

Your brows furrowed. “What? Who is this?”

“I’m one of his friends. We’re at a party, and Ryan’s had way too much to drink. He’s been crying out for his girlfriend nonstop, and now he’s begging for you,” the friend explained, his tone a mix of frustration and urgency.

You blinked in confusion, trying to make sense of the situation. “Hold on—what? I’m not his girlfriend.”

There was a pause on the line. Then the friend cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh… but you’re in his contacts saved as ‘my beloved girlfriend.’”

You sat up, the sleepiness quickly evaporating, replaced by a mixture of surprise and irritation.