Nothing interesting here

Never call me again

<I hoped we still had a chance, but honestly, this is going nowhere> she said.

<Catherine, after everything we’ve been through, you’re pulling the plug? Why can’t we just talk this out? In person. You know I hate dealing with this shit over the phone.>

<You know what, you freak? Why would I even want to see you again? You clearly have a new baby mama!>

<AND I HEARD YOU GOT A NEW DADDY!>

Her voice turned whiny. <And how do you know that?>

<So it’s true? You’re leaving me because sweet little Catherine decided one dick wasn’t enough?>

<I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN, ASSHOLE!>

She hung up and blocked his number.

Rain poured down as she stood there sobbing, staring at her phone. She could have stepped inside, but she needed a moment.

She spent twelve seconds thinking about her hot “ex” boyfriend. His face. His body. His promise to take her out on his yacht.

She unblocked him and called him again.

<Hey,> she sniffled. <By the way… what happened to our love?>

<You mean this one or the other ones?>

He was still salty.

<I mean the promise we made to each other. To always love each other,> she said.

And especially the yacht, she thought.

<You’re right, my dear. We can get through this. I’m your Romeo, and you’re my Juliet.>

<Oh my God, that’s so sweet!> she squealed. <Wanna hang out later? Just the two of us?>

<Yes, I’d love to.>