“I like you. I want you to be my girlfriend.”
As the girl on the other end of the phone launched into a response, he stared intently at the mirror opposite his bed.
“See, you do remember, yeah. I work with Mark at the Oriental. He gave me your number.”
Looking down from the mirror he continued tapping out a text.
“Okay, I’ll speak to you later.”
Glancing back at the mirror he zipped up his black tracksuit top, pushed the white earbuds in a bit further and scrolled down on his phone.
“Hey girl, you know who this is?”
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