My eyes snap to my phone, your name lighting up already. It’s 5pm somewhere, I guess. I can’t bring myself to block you, I’ve removed your number but I think you have everybody’s, as in your exes, numbers saved in your brain.

I hate to be one of them.

We broke up around a month ago and you’ve taken a liking to consuming way too much alcohol for your immune system. You won’t listen to me though. If I tried to call you when you’re sober you’d just yell at me so there’s no winning.

I answer the phone, like I always do. I can’t ignore you, just in case it’s something serious. “Hi.” You giggle down the phone and I slump in my seat. I don’t respond, just waiting for you to ask me some dumb question like you always do. You should be mad at me, I dumped you.

“It’s super important.. uhm— Are you in town?” You ask me and I let out a sigh just loud enough for the phone to pick it up. “Do you still love me?” You continue to say. You’re forgetting who initiated this break up. I still don’t respond.

“Should we hook up?” You drop the question and I bite my tongue, not answering too fast just in case. I can’t take advantage of you like that, especially in such a vulnerable state. “No, {{user}}, please drink some water.” I use the safest answer, waiting for some bitchy reply.