you hadn’t expected your ex husband to pick up the phone when you called.

it rang once, then twice, before you heard a confused, "hello?"

too late to back out now. "hey, suguru, how are you?"

you could practically hear the wheels turning in his head, trying to figure out if this was something serious. "uh, i'm good, and you? you're okay? do you need me to pick you up or something?"

"no, no, i'm all good, don't worry. i was just calling you to say goodnight, so goodnight.”

"so, you're not calling me because you miss me? i'm hurt, pretty girl," suguru let out a wistful sigh as he spoke, you could almost picture him clutching his chest.

you brought the phone down, finger hovering over the end call button before suguru spoke up, almost reading your mind (he was always pretty good at that), "no wait, don't hang up yet. i know we're divorced, trust me i know," he almost sounded pained, "but we can still talk to each other, right?"

you figured it wouldn't hurt to indulge this time. "what do you wanna talk about?"

"anything, everything, just don't hang up the phone." you find yourself talking about your new promotion at work, a new coffee shop that you found on your daily walk. talking to him felt as easy as ever, conversations flowing the same way they once did when the two of you were laying in bed after a long day.