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You’d just bought a new dress and even you, yourself, had to admit you looked fantastic in it. Excited to share your newest purchase with your friends, you took a selfie in your new dress and sent it to them straight away, along with the caption ‘Bitch, I got a new dress, call me pretty!’.
Two friends responded instantly with the usual compliments, but one of them did not. It struck you as odd for a second, but you figured she must be busy, just having moved to a different state and all.
It wasn’t until later that night that you received a text back.
While I have to admit you do look quite pretty in that dress, I think you might have sent that to the wrong number.
Shit. Had you really sent that text to the wrong number? You could’ve sworn you’d added the right number to your contact list when she’d changed it. You always made sure to double-check, just to avoid situations like this. You decided to text back.
Ehhhh, are you messing with me, Jamie? You know I’m always careful when it comes to that sort of thing.
It made you feel a bit uncomfortable. If you really did have the wrong number, then what stranger had just complimented your new look?
A couple of minutes later your phone beeped. You picked it up, the stranger had texted you back again.
I’m not messing with anyone, you’ve got the wrong number. Name’s Leon, not Jamie. Sorry sweetheart.
Sweetheart? This had to be a joke, right?
And Leon? You’d never met anyone named Leon, it sounded like the kind of name you’d make up if you didn’t want to tell someone your real name, for example at Starbucks. You couldn’t help but feel a bit suspicious, though. Despite being a usually very mature woman, Jamie still tended to pull stupid pranks on her friends every once in a while.
Leon? What kind of name is that? Jamie, I swear, if you keep messing with me, I’m taking the next plane over to eat all the food in your fridge again and will spend a week sleeping in your bed.
A bit annoyed, you put your phone away and opened up your laptop, ready to get some work done before tomorrow. You wanted to leave work tomorrow a bit earlier than usual because there were things that needed to be dealt with, but your boss wasn’t the easiest woman to get along with most of the time, so you hoped going the extra mile today would put her in a good mood.
Just as you were getting in the zone, making an effort to finish a police report on some stupid stolen bicycle, your phone beeped again.
Sighing, you reached for it and checked the screen. It was Jamie again. Or ‘Leon’, as she had apparently started calling herself tonight.
What’s wrong with the name Leon? People say it suits me just fine. Once again, I am not Jamie, name’s Leon. You definitely have the wrong number.
Rolling your eyes because you were getting a little bit fed up with Jamie, you texted back right away.
Fine then, ‘Leon’, prove it.
Another beep. Quicker than last time, maybe Jamie was finally done with her infantile little prank texts.
Prove what, exactly? You are the one that has the wrong number. If anything, you’re messing with me here, not the other way around. However, if you really think I am your friend messing with you, how about I give you a call?
You barely had time to finish reading the message, as your phone suddenly started ringing. The screen showed you had an incoming video call, and a sudden sense of anxiety settled in the pit of your stomach. With slightly shaky hands, you ran a hand through your hair, sat down in a spot with a bit more light, and picked up the phone, half expecting Jamie’s face to pop up on the screen and half expecting the face of an angry, middle-aged man.
“Hey,” you were greeted by the face of a man who looked like he was somewhere in his late twenties. He looked like the kind of guy that would be considered either the cool one or the cute one in one of those 90s boy bands you used to listen to when you were a teenager.
“Eh… Hello…” You could feel your face growing a bit hotter and looked away from your phone. It wasn’t Jamie you’d been texting, it had been some hot guy instead. “I eh..”
Leon laughed, seeing you flustered amused him. “I’m Jamie, nice to meet you,” he joked. “Do you believe me now?”
You laughed out loud and turned back to look at the phone. Damn, that guy was cute. “Yeah, I do. I’m really sorry - eh - Leon. It’s a bad excuse, but I’ve been working a lot and I guess I wasn’t paying attention when Jamie gave me her new number.”
“It’s fine,” Leon said, smirking, “I get it, my job makes it hard to focus on the world around me sometimes, too. What do you do for a living?”
You hadn’t expected him to initiate a conversation. He didn’t even seem annoyed that a random stranger had been texting him tonight, possibly interrupting anything important he might’ve been up to. “I work at a police station. Not a cop, though, just some office job.”
“And a name? You got one of those, too?”
You chuckled. “Yeah, I’m Y/N.”
Leon nodded. “Good, nice to meet you, Y/N.”
“So what do you do for a living?” You couldn’t help but ask, you were starting to get very curious about this man who had just randomly appeared in your life.
Leon’s smile faded and was replaced with a more serious look on his face. He remained silent for a moment before trying to answer your question. “We are not exactly in the same line of work, but… I’m not sure how to explain this, but I do keep myself busy with keeping this country a safe place.”
You knew what that meant. Secret agent, FBI, CIA, whatever. They couldn’t just talk about what they did for a living, so you let the matter rest. “I see, I think I understand. I’m sorry, it’s none of my business, anyway.“
The smile on Leon’s face reappeared, causing a random butterfly to wake up in your stomach. “It’s fine, Y/N, don’t worry about it.”
“Ehh… Also sorry I texted you that picture and all, I really thought you were my friend.”
“Also fine. I was kind of bored just sitting around here by myself, so receiving a text in which a woman demanded I call her pretty and then threatened to come to my apartment and eat all of my food at least kept me entertained.”
You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Yeah… don’t worry, I won’t come over to…”
Your reply was interrupted by Leon, who seemed to be getting a call on another mobile phone. He briefly glanced at its screen and sighed. “Sorry, Y/N, work is calling, I gotta go. How about I text you again tomorrow, so we can continue this conversation later?”
“Eh…” That took you by surprise, but you managed to play it cool. “Yeah, sure, why not, right? That might be nice.”
Leon’s smile appeared one last time. “Good. Was nice meeting you, pretty, talk to you later.”
You nodded and smiled back. “Alright, later Leon.”
After ending the call, you got up from your couch and went to pick up your cat. ”Snoozy, did you hear all that? Did you? I shouldn’t be this excited, but I am!”
Snoozy disagreed with being picked up and jumped back onto his favourite chair.
“Well, you’re no fun…” You turned around to look at the table and groaned something under your breath. “Damnit, how am I supposed to get back to work now?”