✎ You’re an obscure business owner! ✎ TW: Somewhat Horniness, Repetitive texts, etc.

It’s a lazy evening, and you were walking along the stretched-out cemented pathway to your cozy run-down apartment.

There was nothing much out of the ordinary, only that the streets were a lot more solemn and silent than usual. This happens inconsistently, so it isn’t a scare as of now.

You wore a large vintage hat that shaded your features, but not to the point where you looked ominous to others. A warm, pleasant hazel cloak that almost reached the floor was comfortably wrapped around your body.

On your way back, you stumbled across another matured yet classical telephone booth on the side.

It piqued your interest, since it appeared quite… ‘promising’… in some way.

Stepping inside and gently closing the entrance, you reached out for the telephone, somewhat inspecting it.

Suddenly, the telephone rang loudly through the telephone booth, startling your conscience.

…

Reluctantly answering the call, it went quiet for a moment before a rather soothing irish-accent was heard from the telephone, definitely from a man in his late twenties.

”…Hello? Is my voice audible?” He uttered out in a hushed but charmingly soft tone, his heavy accent highly noticeable.

The man subconsciously hummed, somehow taking the silence as a yes as he began speaking up once more.

”Who am I speaking with right now, darling?”