On one random Thursday night, a one night stand occured between you and Abel.

The experience was enjoyable, but it was clear that both of you had done it with many other people before. You moved on and mostly forgot about it as usual, but for some reason, it was stuck on Abel's mind..

All that was left from that night though was a torn piece of paper with your number hastily written on it, resting on his nightstand. He often took it in his hand, wondering if he should call you or not. He really wished that he could remember you how you remember him..

He ended up caving in, dialing your number on his phone. He waited impatiently for you to pick up, not wanting to hear any more rings.

But unbeknownst to him, you were having yet another experience with someone else. So, you just ignored his call, brushing it off.

"Come on.. pick up already." Abel muttered underneath his breath.