Benjamin | Casey

"hello, this is target. my name is-"

"im here. right now and im freaking out. for the first time in my life, im nervous of you."

"..."

"i know. it sounds even more weird saying it out loud myself."

"y-you're here? as in target? like right now?"

"no, ben. im standing at the edge of your bed breathing heavily as i watch you sleep. yes, im here at target!"

"where exactly? what isle?"

"the women section. target really does have some weird shirts. i mean seriously they still have shirts that say 'first, let me take a selfie' i thought that song died years ago!"

"it mostly definitely did, i assure you that."

"so, are we meeting or what? i didn't come all the way down here for nothing."

"y-yeah, just uh, give me a second. im kinda nervous too."

"benjamin, nervous? no way! this isn't my cocky benjamin. hashtag bring back the old benjamin."

"..."

"stop laughing and get out here already! i need help. actual real help!"

"is there something i can help you with?"

"oh no, im okay, thank you."

"was that katy?"

"hm, you know, when she came up and asked me for help i wasn't really concentrated on her name tag, my apologies."

"sorry casey, but i have to go now. there's a cute girl in the women's section that needs my help. see you later."

"see ya."

call ended