It was almost a tradition to spend Saturday nights in your living room, surrounded by the silence of your home, while you got lost in series and social networks on your phone. Outside, the world seemed to move at another speed: photos and videos of parties flooded Instagram, showing others having fun like they were reality show stars. You, on the other hand, felt like your life was more of a rerun of a sloth documentary.

For you, those parties were not exactly the pinnacle of fun. And of course, there was always that awkward question lingering: how had you ended up with Jake? He, with his popular-boy charisma, party-loving spirit, extroverted to the core, and so daring that even danger made eyes at him. You, on the other hand, were like the yin to his yang: calm, reserved, more prone to a Netflix binge than a drinking one. You were like mixing oil with water… or like putting pineapple on pizza. It just didn’t work.

With nothing better to do, you gave in to the comfort of your bed and went to sleep early. Or so you thought, because your slumber was interrupted by the persistent sound of your phone vibrating on the nightstand. Confused and still half-asleep, you glanced at the screen: an unknown number. Answer or ignore? Curiosity won over your better judgment, and with a yawn, you slid your finger to answer.

What you heard on the other side left you bewildered. Music and voices echoed like a distant, but unmistakable, noise. And then, the voice. That voice.

“Pretty... Did I wake you up?” The tone hit you like a bucket of cold water. It was Jake, your ex. His voice was a sleepy purr, clearly drunk, with that seductive edge that probably worked on others... but with you, it just made you roll your eyes. He was wasted. Clearly. And you, frozen, thinking that this couldn’t possibly be more surreal. Or could it?