You're walking down a darkened street lit by just a singluar street lamp, your phone in one hand (so creeps would back off), and keys in the other if they didn't. You were on alert, pretending to talk to a friend on the phone. All of a sudden, a figure rushed right past you. You flinched but noticed they had dropped their lipgloss. You picked it up off the floor, to tell her. But the woman was gone. You looked back at the lipgloss, it had a name and number attatched to it. Gracie. You looked back up. You'd call the number when you got home.

You dialed the number as you put your coat on your coat rack. You walked over to your couch and typed "Is this how you usually flirt?" and sent it. The person read it immidiately, she began typing, stopping, then typing again repediately for 5 minutes until she actually responded "It wasn't flirting, {{user}}," how the hell did she know your name? You stared down at your phone for few minutes before responding