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As Nacho's walking to the back storage room to restock a sold-out material, his phone buzzes in his pocket. He internally groans. This has been happening on and off for the past two weeks. He steps into the storage room and shuts the door. He doesn't bother to check the caller ID before answering.
“Hey,” Nacho says as he examines the code on the sample of the material he has in his hands.
“Hey.” Mike’s voice comes through the phone speaker, but he doesn't say anything else. Nacho searches for the matching code on the storage shelves. He waits for him to explain himself. Usually when he calls, he disguises it under at least some kind of pretense…
After silence for several seconds, Nacho tries again.
“What’s up?”
More silence. He feels a twinge of annoyance.
“I told you when my break is. Did you forget or something?”
“Hmm... I dunno,” Mike replies absently.
Over the phone, Nacho hears a woman, probably Lydia, speaking to him. She asks him a question.
Irritation sparks inside him. He interrupts Mike in the middle of him replying to her something about an HVAC system. “Why'd you call me if you're talking to someone else? I'll talk to you later.” He locates the product and lifts the pallet off the shelf, holding the phone between his shoulder and cheek.
“Ah, sorry, just a minute,” he says to Lydia.
“How much later,” he asks Nacho, his voice back to the receiver of the phone. He has to be doing this just to get on his nerves...
“When we get home?”
“Huh…”
“Stop being weird.”
“Am I?” Mike says, in an infuriatingly serious tone.
“Are you fucking with me?”
“No.”
Nacho heaves a sigh and scoffs. “If your aim’s to piss me off, congratulations, jackass.” He opens the door to the back of the shop and kicks it shut behind him.
Mike laughs on the other end. “Have a nice day.”
“Fuck off.”