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When she wakes up, Kelley has an Instagram notification. It’s not an annoying “so-and-so posted for the first time in a while” thing, but an actual direct message from, surprisingly, not a porn bot. She hasn’t really given much thought to the person behind the name lately aside from mindless double taps whenever there’s a post in her timeline, but that doesn’t mellow her excitement.
christenpress: Hey! What’s your number?
kelleyohara: I knew it. I knew if I just held out long enough you’d give into my charms eventually
It’s hours later, when she’s getting home from work, that Kelley receives a response to her response that was also hours after Christen’s initial message. In her mind, that makes perfect sense since as far as she last checked, Christen Press is somewhere in London leading a very glamorous European lifestyle. Okay, practically the same office lifestyle she’s living but with semi-reliable public transportation and old-ass buildings that are pretty to look at but probably have shitty insulation.
christenpress: Somehow you’re still not funny
christenpress: Seriously though. You changed it after college right?
kelleyohara: H-e-double hockey sticks (kept it pg just for you pressy) no
kelleyohara: 770 4 lyfe
Kelley’s not sure what she’s expecting—another message maybe since their time zones seem to have found common daylight hours—but it isn’t a phone call from a 213 number. “Hello?” she answers cautiously because she can kind of guess who’s on the other end but it’s still an unknown number.
“I can’t believe you still have the same phone number. You’ve been living in California for pretty much a decade.”
“Pressy! What’s up? You in town visiting the fam?” she asks before letting herself into her apartment.
“Even better. I moved back.”
Kelley eyes her listless roommate sprawled out on their couch. Tobin’s spaced out in one of her hard chills and hasn’t even looked up to acknowledge her so Kelley tosses her keys at her in greeting.
“Rude, dude,” Tobin grumbles the complaint to her back because she’s already walking into her bedroom and shutting her door.
Huh.
Wait a minute.
After tiptoeing back down the hallway, she stares at Tobin for a second more, and then a memory and a plan start to form.
“Kell, are you still there?”
She rushes back to her room before answering, “Yeah. Yeah, that’s amazing!” Christen starts to respond with something about feeling trapped in her time capsule of a childhood bedroom, but Kelley cuts her off with, “Hey, are you single?”