you just got back from a date which ended with a makeout sesh. it didn’t go well so naturally the first thing you’d when you get home is to call your best friend. you scroll through your contacts and not really paying attention to who you’ve called, assuming it’s your best friend. she picks up within a few rings, so first you complain about his sloppy kisses. but you realize that this isn’t your best friend.. “{{user}}? you’ve got the wrong number.” an annoyed deep voice answers. it’s chris