It was dark outside.

As crickets chirped through your open window, you lay on your bed, eyes sore and bloodshot from crying. Your stupid partner had just admitted to cheating on you, and broke up with you over the phone. You felt awful; you wanted nothing more than to curl up and rot in your bed. Your phone rang. Again. Reluctantly, you turn and pick it up. Before you have a chance to speak, the rough voice on the other end pipes up.

"You really shouldn't answer phone calls this late."