its a typical friday evening. youre out with your girls right now, a couple drinks in, nothing too extreme though- you weren’t trying to get black out drunk, just wanted to be put in the right mood as youve had enough of moping around. but your girls? endless shots down (you stopped counting), drunken messes scattered around the table, waiting for their boyfriends or taxis to pick them up.

you bite your lip, your finger pondering over the “call” button with a familiar name on it- riki. your ex. favourite ex. aka the ex youre not over. and its ironic, because after so many miserable nights, you went out with your girls to distract yourself- yet here you were. almost drunk, feeling risky. you sigh, contemplating. you did end on good terms and the constant texting from his side can only mean he misses you too… right?

”do it for the plot.” you murmur to yourself as you confidently press the call button, waiting

it answers after the first few rings.

“… hello?”

speaks riki’s familiar soft and slightly tired voice.