"do you have work tonight, or are you at home?" read the message that came through his mobile phone. it was an hour past midnight of saturday and he indeed was home, trying to get some sleep. "yup, i'm at home," came his reply back to her. it was one of her off-and-on attempts of communicating with him, as if nothing had happened. and for some reason, it was as if fate made him quite sleepless on that night.
"wanna grab a cup of coffee or somethin'? i'm still kinda sleepy and my shift starts at 2:30am," she replied back. it was the first time she had asked him out, or at least attempted to, since around two years ago. he was quite surprised at her message, and took some time to think before replying back. suddenly, his mobile phone rang with her on the other end of the line. "hey, so, how about that coffee?" she quickly said after he answered the phone. "starbucks is gonna be full of people being a saturday night, and even after we meet up, you won't be having enough time to order and drive to work. heck, we won't be even having a decent conversation during that time," he said back, to which he added, "by the way, where are you? aren't you supposed to be at your dorm near the office?" knowing that she usually stays there whenever she has work. "i just left home. we don't even have to go to starbucks, silly. we can just hang out at a nearby gas station. even just a 3-in-1 coffee sachet would do. i just need a wake-up drink 'cause i couldn't sleep earlier." she said. she sounded her usual, normal self, yet there was a sign of sleepiness. "even though," he started to reply. "by the time we would meet up, you'll be having at least 30 minutes left before your shift starts. why don't you just drop by my place and i'll make you a cup of coffee?" he asked. he felt slightly surprised by what he said. yet he thought for sure she wouldn't take him up on it. "nah, i don't even remember how to get to your place," she said.
"well, it's up to you," he replied back, waiting for her to end the conversation. "so how are you? you still there at that place?" she asked, referring to his place of work. "yeah, i'm still there. wait, didn't you say that you just left home? i thought you were staying at the dorm near the office?" he asked. "i moved out a couple of months ago," she answered. "i started driving to work from home and back since then. wait, didn't i tell you that before?"
"no, you didn't. we hardly talk, remember? well, i mean, you hardly ever get in touch with me," he said, trying to make her feel the slightest bit of guilt for their incommunicado status. "well, stars like me don't have the time to stop and talk, you know, with schedules and everything," she said in her usual, charming, joking self. "right," he snapped back. "you don't have time for me. you only have time for your 'other' friends, but not me," he added. "no, honestly, i hardly even go out anymore, much less spend time talking to my friends. work is just pinning me to the ground, not to mention the travel time to and from work," came the swift reply. he would've wanted to believe her, but knowing her, he just pretended she didn't said that. "anyways, i think i'll just go to the office and get some sleep before my shift starts," she then said. "are you sure you can even drive in your condition?" he asked. "yes, i'll be fine. talk to you later, ok?"
"ok, drive safely," he responded. at that, their short conversation ended. he again heard her famous last words, talk to you later. he just smirked at the thought, and as he went back to bed, his thoughts were empty. just like her famous last words.

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