a stolen phone, a love song, and a bet.

The sun was setting over the city as Sarah headed back home from work. She had recently completed a drawn out day at the workplace, and all she needed to do was return home and unwind. As she strolled down the road, she ventured into her handbag to actually look at her telephone. It wasn't there.

Alarm set in as Sarah looked through her sack, yet the telephone was mysteriously gone. She followed her means, trusting that she had recently dropped it incidentally, however it was no utilization. Her telephone was no more.

Sarah felt abused. Her telephone contained as long as she can remember, from her own contacts to her work messages. She was unable to accept somebody would take it. She recorded a police report, yet she realized it was far-fetched that she could at any point see her telephone once more.

As she sat at home that night, feeling frustrated about herself, her telephone rang. It was an obscure number, yet she addressed it in any case.

"Hi?"

"Hello, darling," said a voice on the opposite end. "Did you lose something today?"

Sarah's heart skirted a thump. "Indeed, my telephone. Who is this?"

"I'm the individual who took it," said the voice. "However, sit back and relax, I'm not a cheat. I simply needed to make a bet with you."

"A bet?" Sarah asked, confounded.

"Indeed. I bet that I can compose an affection tune about you that will make you experience passionate feelings for me. In the event that I win, you need to take me out on the town. Also, assuming I lose, I'll return your telephone to you, no inquiries posed."

Sarah was incredulous, yet she couldn't resist the urge to feel charmed. "Alright," she said. "You're on."

For the following couple of days, Sarah stood by tensely for the secret individual to follow through on their bet. She attempted to forget about it, however she couldn't resist the urge to ponder who this individual was and what they were like.

Then, at that point, at some point, a bundle showed up extremely close to home. Inside was a written by hand love melody, alongside her taken telephone.

Sarah was anxious as she read the verses. They were lovely and sincere, and they were by all accounts composed explicitly for her. As she completed the process of perusing, she couldn't resist the urge to feel a shudder in her chest.

She realized she ought not be succumbing to this secret individual, yet she was unable to help it. She consented to go out on the town with him, and they hit it off right away.

As it ended up, the secret individual was a performer named Alex. He had seen Sarah on the road the day she lost her telephone and had been struck by her excellence. He had taken her telephone spontaneously, expecting to definitely stand out.

The bet was only a way for him to loosen things up and get to know her. Also, it had worked.

Sarah and Alex began dating, and soon they were indivisible. Alex composed melodies about her, and Sarah adored paying attention to them. They were content, and everything began with a taken telephone and a senseless bet.

Thinking back on it now, Sarah could hardly imagine how she had succumbed to such an insane plan. In any case, she didn't think twice about it briefly. It had driven her to her first love, and that was all that made a difference.

Eventually, it wasn't the telephone or the bet that made a difference. It was the association that Sarah and Alex had framed, the affection that they had shared. Also, that was worth more than anything.