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“12:30 MacLaren’s Pub.”

I stared in wonder at the text message from an unknown number. My first reaction was to reply with ‘wrong number’ instead I decided to have some fun.

“What will be happening at 12:30 at MacLaren’s Pub?”

I wasn’t sure whether I’d get a reply, it took some time, but after a while my phone buzzed again.

“You know what’s going to happen, young lady. We agreed to meet at the pub, during your lunch-break, to discuss your behavior these pasts few days.”

Well, that didn’t explain much.
Again, I should’ve probably replied that this person had the wrong number. The intended recipient might be in some trouble? I shouldn’t make matters worse for them, but I just couldn’t help myself.

“At the pub?”

As I waited, I wondered. Who was this person texting to? What kind of relationship did you have with someone, that you’d meet at a pub to discuss their behavior? Certainly not a parent, you’d tell a child to come home, not meet at a pub. But who else would need to have their behavior “discussed”?

“Of course not. I’ll pick you up there and we’ll go somewhere more private together.”

I don’t know why I didn’t just end it right then. I guess I was just too curious to find out what was going on.

“All right, see you there.”

I arrived at the pub at twelve fifteen, to make sure I arrived before whomever had texted me. I sat down at a booth with a drink and kept my eyes on the door.
The pub was quite empty, not a lot of people came in for a drink this time of day.
At exactly twelve thirty a handsome looking man entered. He looked around as if he was looking for someone and then sat down at the bar.
He ordered a drink and picked up his phone.
Mine buzzed.

“Where are you?”

I didn’t answer him.
Five minutes passed.

“I won’t hold it against you if you’re late, but at least let me now or else you’re in even deeper trouble.”

I realized it was time to end my prank. I decided I didn’t want to get the other person, the one who these texts were meant for, in even more trouble.
Yet I couldn’t stop myself from being slightly cheeky still.

“I’m already here.”

The man looked around and I did my best not to look at him.

“I don’t see you. Are you at MacLarens?”

“Yes. I think you have the wrong number.”

The man looked around again and this time he noticed me looking at him.
I looked down at my drink, but from the corner of my eyes I saw him get up and approach me.
He sat down opposite me.
I smiled at him, not protesting his company even though there were plenty of empty booths for him to sit at.
He looked back at his phone.

“Is this you?”

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