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“Hey, Sash, have you seen my phone?” You ask begrudgingly, preferring to not involve your roommate in your misfortune. Her head pops up from where she lay on the sofa, magazine in hand.
“No, why?” Damnit, you were hoping she was just pranking you and hid it as a joke, but she’s not able to keep a straight face when that happens, but she is genuinely asking.
“I can’t find it…”
“Oh, okay, I’ll try calling it.” Sasha says, rolling her magazine up and pulling her phone out of her pocket.
“No point, it’s always on silent, we wouldn’t hear it even if it was here.”
“Where do you think it is?”
“If I knew that, I wouldn’t be in this situation.”
“No, no, like, where did you last remember having it? Is it definitely in the flat?” You think about it for a moment. You don’t actually remember ever having it when you got home from work, which was only a little while ago.
“Ugh, the subway. That’s the last time I remember holding it.” Your hands find your face as you groan, that was this morning! It could be anywhere now, you’ve definitely lost it for good, dammit it was pretty new too. Sasha must sense your frustration because she jumps over the back of the sofa and attempts to comfort you, stroking your back with the rolled up magazine.
“Okay, um, shit. Maybe someone found it and handed it into lost and found?”
“You know the chances of that is almost none, people aren’t going to pass up a free new phone.”
“Hey, have a little faith. You never know! Besides, you can always share mine with me for a bit, I don’t mind-” At that, her back pocket starts ringing. “Oh, my phones ringing?”
“Don’t rub it in.” She rolls her eyes and checks the caller ID, confusion evident on her face.
“It’s you.”
“What?”
“Your phone is ringing me?”
“Answer it then!” She almost drops her phone in her rush to press the green button on screen. She quickly puts it on loud speaker as a voice rings through.
“Hello?” A man's voice. We make eye contact as we silently decide how to respond. Sasha speaks first.
“Hello, this isn’t your phone.” She’s obviously wary of the stranger, we don’t know what he wants after all, though I wish she was a bit kinder, he has got my phone.
“Ah, yes, I found it on the subway. I was hoping to find the owner.” A decent human being! You really did lose it on the subway, must’ve fell out of your pocket as you stood, not the first time, but normally you notice.
“How’d you get into it? You a hacker or something?”
“Not at all, there wasn’t a passcode. I just went-” He’s interrupted by a loud slap from our end, her rolled up magazine made hard contact with the backside of my head.
“You don’t have a passcode? Are you an idiot?”
“Ow! It’s too much effort to enter a pin every time I check anything!” You defend, cowering away and rubbing the sore spot.
“Oh, is the owner there with you?” The stranger pipes in. You take the phone from Sasha’s hand and take it off speaker, bringing it to your ear. She’s had enough involvement in this.
“Ah- Yes, hello, I’m the owner.”
“Wonderful, hello. I’m glad I could reach you. I just called the most recent contact and hoped they were a friend.” He explains.
“Yeah, that’s my roommate.”
“I see, I’m glad my plan worked out. I’d like to return your phone to you, are you able to come meet me? Or perhaps I could come to you. Oh, I could just mail it to you if you’d prefer, or drop it off somewhere.” Sasha has her ear pressed against your hand at this point, desperate to find out what’s happening. You push her away by her face whilst the man rambles.
“I can come meet you, you’re doing me a favour returning it after all.” Your eyes jump to the clock on the wall, it’s only 4pm, you’ve got plenty of time.
“Great, I’m just about finished with work.” You talk a bit more, simply setting a meeting time and place, and say your goodbyes. You drop Sasha’s phone onto her lap as you pass her to grab your jacket.
“You’re going alone?” She asks, worried.
“Yeah, we’re meeting in a busy public place and it’s still daylight, don’t worry.” It takes a bit more convincing to calm her down, and promises of texting her as soon as you get her phone back, and to bring food home, but you’re off.
The journey doesn’t take long, you took the Rose line to get to the Trost district, then you only have a short walk to the market, where you agreed to meet, by the trees. You keep glancing at your watch as you approach the strip of grass that homes the trees. Only now you’re here do you realise you don’t know what the man looks like, or even his name. You can only hope he finds you as you wait, unsure of what to do with yourself, no phone to distract you.
“Excuse me-?” A deep voice comes from beside you, making you jump slightly as you turn to find a tall attractive man, your sudden movement seems to startle him too. The man wears a dark navy suit, a white shirt peeking out from underneath, top button undone and no tie. Everything is tight against his large, muscular frame. His hair is blonde, but with brown peeking out from his undercut. Thick eyebrows top gorgeous blue eyes, that stare into yours.
“Sorry, but did we talk on the phone?” You can only stare for a moment, cheeks reddening slightly. This is who you were talking to on the phone? This greek god of a man? Wait, you didn’t clarify yet, maybe he’s meeting someone else.
“Um, about the lost phone?” You ask, hopeful. He smiles and you scream internally at the beautiful sight.
“Ah, good, it is you. I realised I didn’t know what you look like until I was already here.” He rubs at the back of his neck. “I only thought to approach you because you’re the person standing alone that doesn’t have their phone in their hands.” You laugh with him. “Oh, right.” You watch his hand as he reaches into his front pocket and retrieves your phone, before he holds it out for you to take. You fingers make brief contact as you take it, still warm in your hands.
“Thank you, so much, you have no idea how much it means to me that you returned it.”
“Don’t worry about it, just doing the right thing. I was going to hand it to lost and found, but I was running a bit late.”
“You don’t have to explain anything, I’m just so thankful to have it back. I was kind of freaking out about it all.”
“I can imagine, sorry it took so long to get it back to you.”
“Don’t apologise, the fact I got it back at all is enough for me, besides, it hasn’t even been that long.” How could you ever make it up to him? “Would you like to go grab a coffee?” His eyebrows raise a tad, yours soon follow. You didn’t realise what you had said and immediately begin to sweat, hands flail around as you try to explain. “Ah- Sorry, you just finished work, and you don’t know me, I wanted to say thanks, but uh, oh dear, now i'm rambling.” A large hand carefully rest on yours, stopping it’s erratic movements, along with your train of thought. Your eyes meet his kind ones.
“Coffee sounds good.” He smiles and you can’t help but reciprocate it.
“Okay.”