I dialled his number as I sat on My bed. I had changed into my pajamas and was already in bed, preparing for sleep. However, I dialled his number on my phone. I didn't press the call button just yet. I didn't know if he wanted to hear from me or if this was right. So, I put my phone down, turned the lights off and tried to sleep.

After approximately 5 minutes, I woke up to dial his number again. This time, I hit the call button. It rang once, rang twice and then, on the third ring, he picked up.

It was him. It was that beautiful baritone voice that I had fallen in love with and was in love with since.
"Hello," he said.
I didn't know how to respond, I was speechless. I just sat there, hearing him say "hello" on the phone, till he hung up on me.

"What's wrong with you Alveera?" I chastised myself.

I looked at my call logs as I kept thinking whether I should try calling him again. I noticed something queer there. I had called Zaid's number once, but my phone said that I had recieved a call from the same number in the recent past. I was quite confused and thought that it may have been a glitch when it finally hit me. I received a blank call the other day. It was him? Where did he get my number? Why didn't he say anything?

A part of me was relieved. Maybe he still wanted to talk to me. Perhaps that's why he called? Seeing that, I mustered the courage required and I called him again.

This time, he picked up on the first ring.

"Alveera?" He said, his voice almost a whisper.

I remained silent. I wanted to say so much, but I couldn't. Not a word came out of my mouth.

Then, after a few seconds, I spoke,"Hey."

"Hey," he said.

And then, there was a minute of silence between us as tears rolled down my face silently. It felt like there was some heavy thing in my chest. I felt so many things, I wanted to cry out loud, but nothing surfaced.

"You called me?" I finally managed to reply.

"Uhm, yeah, where'd you get this number?" He said,"Gia?"

"Yeah," I said.

"So, monosyllabic replies only, Alveera Khan?" He asked.

I chuckled a little hearing that and said, "can we meet Zaid? We need to talk."

"Yeah, where do you want to meet?" He asked politely.

"Wasabi?" I said.

"Cool, tomorrow at 8?" He asked.

"Can we make that 9? Work ends at 8," I said.

"Cool, I'll see you then," he said.

"It's nice to hear from you Zaid," I said.

"You too Alveera," he said coldly. And that was it. I had a date with my ex boyfriend tomorrow. He sounded so distant and cold. It killed me. But I needed to see him. To see if he felt the same way about me. I really hope he did, why else would he call, right? But then, he only spoke when I called. So I don't know. I just needed to look my best.

I stayed up the whole night trying to figure out what I wanted to say to Zaid. Our meeting had no purpose really. I didn't have anything in mind about what I needed to talk to him about. Did I screw up again? I don't know.

I rolled in my bed for almost the whole night. Maybe around 6, my eyes shut for a while. But then, I woke up at 8, got dressed up, grabbed a cup of coffee, and headed to work. It was going to be a long day, but I couldn't wait for it to be 9 pm.