Part 2 — Communication

Being the idiot roomate that I am, I never actually got her number. Zap stared at the phone in his hand. But being the even more idiotic roomate that I am, I have one of her friends' numbers...

Zap dialed the contact, which had "Xin's friend" in the notes.

"Hello?"

"Hey, you're a friend of Xin's, right? Just need to make sure."

"Of course I am! You're her roomate, Zap, right?"

"Nice. Um... the funny thing is..." Zap's feet shuffled across the floor. "I actually don't have her number. Can you give it to me?"

"You're crazy. Yeah, I'll text it to you."

"Thanks. Bye."

Moments later, he received a text message from Xin's friend. "Bingo," he said. "Now all I need to do is call it."

Ring...

I'm sorry, the person you are trying to reach is unavailable at the moment.

Odd, he thought, Why won't she answer her phone? He thought for a moment. Is it because I'm listed as unknown? That would be strange. Xin always answers the apartment phone, and it's almost always telemarketers. Maybe it's different on her cell phone. He put the phone back in his pocket.

"Eh... might as well start the day." He put on a cooking apron and started to cook breakfast. Moments after turning off the stove, his phone buzzed. "Hello?"

"Would you be interested in—"

"Piece of shit." He instantly hung up. Unfastening his apron, he took out a plate from the cabinet. "I'm so bored right now..."