Drunk Dialing

I received a late night call—my ex-girlfriend. She stayed silent for a while, and then a coworker took the phone, saying, “She’s too drunk… I think you need to pick her up.” It seemed he didn’t know we’d broken up, so I had no choice but to head out. I brought you back to your place, only to find that everything was exactly as I’d left it: the passcode to your door, photos of me, my toothbrush, even my pajamas… everything was still there.