You’re lying on your tummy, propped on your elbows and on the phone, your legs gently swinging behind you in the air.

“So… you got a boyfriend?”

You giggle, your voice soft “Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?”

“Maybe, do you have a boyfriend?”

You’d been scrolling on your phone lazily in boredom, until you got a call from an unknown number and wanting to mess around, you had answered and flirted with the caller.

“No.”

“You never told me your name.”

“Why do you wanna know my name?”

“I wanna know who I’m looking at.”

You pause, hearing footsteps on your carpet behind you. Ghostface walking into your room and looking down at you, tilting his head, his phone pressed to his ear, on call with you.