3:00 AM, Sunday. Two days after I met Jess. It was raining hard.

I heard my phone ring.

“Hello?”

“…” No answer.

“Hello?”

“…” Still silence. I was getting pissed. This person calls me at three in the morning and doesn’t even bother to answer.

“Who is this?! If you don’t answer, I swear I’ll-”

“H-hello?”That voice… It’s familiar.

“J-Jess?”

“O-oppa…”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m s-sorry for c-calling this late…”

“What’s wrong, Jess?”

“Oppa… I’m…scared…”

“Huh?” Just when I asked, a loud boom of thunder echoed. “Oh…”

“C-can you-”

“Come over?”

“Mm.”

“Sure.” I don’t know why, but I wanted to be with her. I wanted to make her feel safe and secure.

“T-thank you...”

“I’ll be there in a few.”

I started driving, but then I realized something: I didn’t know where she lived. Shoot. How stupid of me. I had no choice but to call her.

“Hello?”

“Jess?”

“Yeah…”

“Sorry, but… I forgot to ask… Where do you live?”

She giggled and said, “I thought you’d never ask~”

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” she said as she gave me her address.

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