"I'm going on a blind date," you said, pulling the door closed.

"In hopes of them being blind?" Alejandro spat back, immersed in his phone.

Those were the last words you spoke to your roommate before you were stood up by your date, left with a dead phone and a heartache. Your dating life had been dry, and it only hurt more when Ale laughed at you for it.

You find yourself stumbling to a phone booth, dialing his number through tear-flooded eyes. He answers, voice deep.

"Hello?.."