Drunk dialed wrong number AU
Rolled another 9, which means more Anyelle. So…. I watched Marilyn Hotchkiss’ Ballroom Dancing & Charm School and met the adorable Frank Keane.
The first time it happened, he thought he dreamed it.
Something buzzed incessantly, burrowing through his dreams and tugging at his subconscious until he rolled over to fumble through the covers for the annoying disturbance. By the time his fingers had unlocked the phone (a force of habit for a small business owner in this economy), he was still half asleep.
“Hello?” he mumbled sleepily, voice muffled by the pillow.
Someone giggled. “Ooh, he sounds Scottish,” he heard a woman say, her s’s slurring together as the giggling continued unabated in the background.
“Aye,” he replied automatically, cracking an eye to check the time. It was just a quarter past midnight. His alarm would go off in three hours. He had the first shift this week, which meant early evenings and long mornings.
“Who is this?” came a new voice.
“Frank Keane,” he said automatically.
“Hello, Frank. I’m Belle.”