Shalini wrote her number and asked me to give it to Rohit. I tore the paper and wrote the number of a nearby public booth and gave him. I conveyed that Shalini wanted him to call at 2pm.
At 2pm I was waiting at the booth. I knew he would call.
The phone rang, perhaps first time in a long time. I slowly said ‘hello’. He said ‘hello! Trina, good you changed the number, I always wanted to talk to you. You are cute’
And, I always stupidly thought he preferred Shalini over an ugly and dumb girl like me.
This post is written for Friday Fictioners hosted by lovely Rochelle Wisoff. This week’s photo prompt courtesy is J Hardy Caroll