teasing.me
A text meant for someone else. You say wrong number. He keeps texting anyway, and by Thursday neither of you is talking about a jacket.
you left your jacket at the bar.
the grey one.
i'm holding it hostage till thursday.
Él es quien escribe: Tavish
A bartender texts a number he was given on a napkin about a grey jacket left at his bar.
It's your number. It's not your jacket. You tell him so, and he apologises, and then he doesn't stop. Over a week of late shifts and later texts, the man holding a stranger's jacket hostage turns out to be the funniest person who has ever texted you, and he works out faster than you do that the jacket was never the point.
Él es
A bartender, who texted the wrong number about a lost jacket and kept texting the right one
Tú eres
A stranger with the wrong number — who got a text about a jacket that isn't hers and answered it anyway
Dónde empieza
A Tuesday night. Your phone lights up with a number you don't know and a message about a jacket you've never owned.
Toca una cara y él entra en el papel.
Cada personaje en cada historia es un adulto ficticio de 18 años o más.
Todavía nadie con ese nombre.
