The clock showed 3:00 a.m. metro. when the insistent sound of a buzzing sound interrupted the silence of the room. Vi groaned, burying her face in the pillow, ignoring the glow of her communicator screen on the nightstand. One more buzz. Then another. And another.

"Fuck..." you muttered, half-opening one eye.

The name on the screen made her frown. Caitlyn.

He sat up with a sigh and swiped to accept the call.

"Do you know what time it is?" You said.

On the other side, a muffled whisper. Then, a laugh. A laugh I knew all too well.

"Cupcake..." draws your nickname in a thick, slightly breathy voice "why aren't you answering my calls, Cupcake?"