"Hey."

"Hi."

"Did you have fun with your friends?"

"Yeah, just a boys night. Chilling and a bit of drinking."

"You're not drunk, right? I mean, one drunk phone call was more than enough."

"Oh, come on. You'll never get over that one, huh?"

"Nope."

"I'm not drunk right now. I've only had a few beers."

"Right."

"..."

"Isn't it weird?"

"What?"

"We've been talking for a while now, but now that I've told you the truth, I don't know what to talk about. It's like we have to start all over again."

"I kind of get where you're coming from. But we have been talking all this time, Ella. It's not that different now."

"Isn't it? I mean, we knew each other as kids, but we're different now. And we're also not really those people we were on the phone."

"But that's the point, we kind of are. We've mostly been ourselves on the phone. So maybe we should just continue that. Talking about whatever."

"How can you say I was myself when I never told you who I really was?"

"You've never told me your name, but you were still you, Ella. Still the girl I knew when we were younger. Still the funny, sarcastic girl. Still the girl who loves reading and swimming. Still you. You've never really lied to me, Ella."

"I guess you're right."

"And yeah, I get it, it still feels different right now. And yes, we probably need to figure some things out. But it'll be fine."

"I love how you're always so positive."

"That's my specialty."

"I'm tired, I'm going to sleep, Finn."

"Alright, sweet dreams, Ella."

"You too."