Hello.

Hello.

Why are you calling me? she asked.

Out of habit, I guess. Just used to calling you, he said.

Well, break it.

The habit?

No. Your nose. What do you think? she exhaled. Stop calling me.

I can’t. Don’t know how.

Do I have to change my  number?

That would help.

Well, I’m all about helping you, she told him.

Always have been.

Not anymore. I’m done helping you.

Listen. I’ll change. I can put a stop to my ways.

Where you at?

Sitting on a park bench. In Washington Square.  Where are you?

Home, she lit a cigarette. Just sitting at home on a Friday night.

Miss me?

I’m trying to shake you. Stop calling me.

Not just a little?

Not even a little. Now let me go.

Hello. Hello. Hello.