Wrong number, right person
Steve x Reader
Summary You get a text message from an unknown number and it sets the ball rolling into what could be the start of something wonderful.
Warnings swearing, fluff :D
AN This was written for @howlingbarnes challenge (Happy birthday!). The word I chose was Forelsket (Norwegian/Danish) - The intense, almost unreal feeling that comes with the beginning of love; when you start to fall in love.
Your phone went off, startling you from your painting.
See you at 8!
Furrowing your brow, you panicked. Did you have plans with someone and forgot? You often did that, especially when you were in your zone. Quickly glancing at the contact you noticed that it was an unrecognized number. Breathing a sigh of relief, you texted back Wrong number! Sorry.
A few moments later, you phone went off again Isn’t this Cynthia?
Now you were getting annoyed No.
Your phone rang. Who actually uses a phone to make phone calls? “Hello?”
“May I please speak with Cynthia?” The voice was deep and not unpleasant.
“Sorry buddy, you’ve got the wrong number.”
“I see. And whom am I speaking with?”
Sighing heavily, “My name is Y/N. Who’s this?” Why would you just give this strange man your name?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!
“Y/N. That’s a really pretty name. I’m Steve. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
You couldn’t help but giggle, “Hi Steve.”
“Well isn’t that the prettiest sound.”
You could feel your face heating up with embarrassment and you cleared your throat, “So, um, Steve, this has been lovely but I’ve got to go and you’ve got to figure out how to get in touch with this Cynthia lady.”
He let out a chuckle, a low, deep sound that made you smile in spite of yourself, “You have yourself a lovely evening, Y/N. Talk soon.”
“Wait, what?” but he had already disconnected the line. Talk soon? Why? You shook your head and went back to your painting but your focus had been interrupted and you couldn’t get back into it.