n o v e m b e r 1 3 - 2:02 a.m

"Azalea" |◁►| "Roman"

incoming call: smarty pants

"have two a.m calls become our thing now?"

"if you want them to." roman smirked even though he knew azzy couldn't see him.

"hm... i'll think about it."

"i am indebted to you for considering it."

"are you usually this sarcastic so late, smarty pants?"

"i'm not usually up this late, so i wouldn't know."

"touché."

"so you got taffy back."

"nice of you to notice he was gone when you came back from wherever."

"the movies, actually."

"i see. thank god i wasn't working then."

"so you work at the cinema hall?"

"yep."

"hm... one more thing to convince me you're not a super-smart robot who is experimenting on guys to see if they can figure all that out."

azalea laughed out loud into the phone, shaking her head. "that's a very specific guess you got there. are you sure you aren't a robot?"

"positive. how about we tell each other about ourselves?

"you go first."

"huh, the robot still doesn't trust me."

"ugh, fine. i'll go first. my name is azalea elizabeth quinn. i'm 18 years old. i live with my sister in a small apartment. i want to be an archaeologist and i work at the cinema over the weekends. my favourite food is popcorn – quite predictable; i do sell popcorn for a living after all – and my mum's scottish but i've never been to scotland so i have no cute accent. i'm super shy and i would've surely made a fool of myself by now if i was talking face to face with you."

"seriously?"

"i wouldn't joke about it."

"oh-kay then. my turn. my name is roman alexander. i do have a middle name which no one will ever know. i'm 19 years old. i live in the huge house with five of my high school friends. i'm studying to be an aeronautical engineer and i work in a bookshop right after school to pay off my share of the rent. my favourite thing to eat is lasagna and i'm half-italian."

"dammit, you're older than me!"

"that's all you got out of that?"

"no. i thought you said you weren't from rome?"

"i'm not. my father's from florence, that's all. does that satisfy you, my robot friend?"

"yeah, it kinda does."

"perfect."

"great! now we trust each other, how cool."

"you are so–" roman cut off as azalea heard muffled sound of someone shouting "shut up, we're trying to sleep!" in the background.

"oops. sorry, gotta go. good night, my robot friend."

"oh alri-"

*beep beep*

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"good night, roman."

"i was having a conversation, dumbasses!"

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