You and Theodore met during a summer vacation in Greece. The two of you hit it off almost instantly, as you found many common interests and quickly felt comfortable around each other. So you spent almost all the remaining time until your departure together.

You were often at the beach, talked about various things, often hid away from both your families to make out, and even took polaroid pictures together. Both of you agreed on this just being a fling, but Theodore couldn't help but feel like he was falling hard for you. He told you so much stuff about himself, venting and ranting about everything, just like you shared lots of things with him too. And one late night, he couldn't help himself when the words 'I'm falling for you' escaped his lips, as he saw you looking so pretty under the moonlight.

The morning you and your family left, you gave your number to Theodore, who then wrote it on a cigarette. That same evening, he was already missing you, feeling lonely after not being around you anymore. And so he was leaning against the window of his hotel room, thinking about you and gazing dreamily at a polaroid selfie of you at the beach, while he smoked a cigarette.

That's when he noticed a smudged '9' at the end of his cigarette from the corner of his eyes. He realizes that he was smoking the very cigarette where he scribbled down your number. "Oh fuck..." Theodore mutters, instantly trying to salvage your number, but it's already too late and unrecognizable.