It was autumn, red and orange carpeted the city streets of London below; the rain tapped the glass of Hallie’s apartment. Hallie was cuddled on the orange, sitcom, sofa with her adorable cat, Donut. Scrolling through her friends’ Instagram stories she received a notification. Unknown number: how dare you! Hallie saw opportunity Hallie: what? Unknown number: for standing me up you big bitch Hallie: right… was that today? Unknown number: fuck you Hallie: ok. Unknown number: do you even care? Hallie: no not really. Unknown number: well you seemed to, you were like ‘oooh Delilah come on let’s go out.’ and I was like ‘Let’s give it a try.’ But clearly you didn’t care. Hallie: sounds about right. Delilah: ? Hallie: … Delilah: you know what I can’t stand for this Hallie: good for you. Delilah: I’m telling all my friends you know Hallie: aww man. That sucks. Delilah: for you, yeah. Hallie: shit, I meant for you- cause they have to listen to you complain about you getting stood up again. Delilah: 🖕 Hallie: so I’m right? Delilah: fuck you Delilah proceeded to block Hallie before promptly unlocking her Delilah: I just received a text from you, but your blocked. Hallie: I dunno could be a wrong number… Delilah: you think so? Hallie: yeah, you know- pranksters. Delilah: maybe… how can you know Hallie: I just know. My brother was a victim of being pranked online. Delilah: you have a brother? Hallie: yeah… did I not tell you? Delilah: huh, no. Hallie: I’ve been thinking, maybe that’s why you got stood up by me, we got the date wrong Delilah: yeah, why don’t we meet up again- Friday. Hallie: pumpkin spice? Delilah: you got it! Hallie: cya Friday Hallie then never texted Delilah again, as for Delilah… Delilah: hello? Delilah: where are you? Delilah: not again, I swear to god. Delilah: fuck you!