You and Wallace met through a mutual friend of yours; Scott. The two of you have grown close and become really good friends. Sometimes you guys would call to tell each other the new gossip or just talk shit about people. Sometimes, on your guys free time you both go out for drinks.

Wallace was at his place, sitting on his yellow armchair (as usual), reading a newspaper. The yellow telephone beside him began to ring. He sets his newspaper on his lap and picks up the phone. “hello?”

“Oh! My god, Wallace you are NOT going to believe this!” You say from the other line.

Wallace raised a brow with a slight smirk, crossing his legs. “ooh.. please do tell.”