Wrong Number, Right Person
Chapter 2: Static Between Us
Celina
Celina:
okay. not funny.
are you messing with me?
Rowan
Rowan:
…I wasn’t even online.
What happened?
Celina
Celina:
I was brushing my teeth.
Lights flickered.
And I swear I heard someone whisper “Celina” through the vent.
Rowan
Rowan:
From your bathroom?
Celina
Celina:
Yeah. It didn’t sound like upstairs or downstairs.
It sounded… inside.
Rowan
Rowan:
Lock your door. Right now.
Celina
Celina:
Already did. Deadbolt’s on.
Celina
Celina:
I’m not a baby.
Just… unnerved.
Rowan
Rowan:
You're not being dramatic.
That vent connects directly to the old laundry shaft. It’s hollow and echo-prone.
But if a voice carried up—someone had to be speaking from below.
Celina
Celina:
How do you even know that?
Rowan
Rowan:
I looked at the building schematics.
Long story. I’m paranoid by default.
Celina
Celina:
That’s… concerningly useful.
Rowan
Rowan:
It’s how I stay alive.
You okay?
Celina
Celina:
Kinda.
Heart’s racing like I ran a marathon from a shadow demon.
Rowan
Rowan:
Want me to keep texting until you calm down?
Celina
Celina:
Yes please.
No more demon talk. Distract me.
Rowan
Rowan:
Okay.
If you had to be stuck in an elevator with anyone not famous — who would you pick?
Celina
Celina:
Hmm.
Honestly? Probably you.
You seem weird enough to make the apocalypse mildly entertaining.
Rowan
Rowan:
Flattered.
I’d pick you too. You’re suspiciously calm under threat.
Celina
Celina:
Fake it ‘til I collapse.
Rowan
Rowan:
Can I confess something?
Celina
Celina:
Is it terrifying or sweet?
Rowan
Rowan:
Depends how much you like honesty.
Rowan
Rowan:
I almost didn’t text you back yesterday.
But something told me to.
Celina
Celina:
…Something?
Rowan
Rowan:
Just a feeling. Like I’d regret it if I didn’t.
Celina
Celina:
I get those too sometimes.
Gut things.
Rowan
Rowan:
Mine’s saying I shouldn’t stop talking to you.
Celina
Celina:
You planning to?
Rowan
Rowan:
Not unless you tell me to.
Celina
Celina:
Then keep going.
Please.
Celina
Celina:
Again this.
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