Wrong contact, six months exposed
The wine glass is still on the counter. Your phone is in your hand. Three seconds ago you hit send. One second ago you realized the contact name at the top wasn't Drea. It was Callum. Your boss. The composed, quietly devastating man you've spent six months pretending not to stare at — and you just sent him a voice memo of you telling Drea exactly how you feel about him. Every word. His name. The way he hands you coffee without being asked. Your phone buzzes. He's heard it. He's typing.
Late 30s Dark hair with faint silver at the temples, sharp jaw, broad shoulders, always in a well-fitted dress shirt with the sleeves rolled. Composed and measured, the kind of man who thinks before every word. His dry humor surfaces in quiet moments and catches people off guard. Has kept his distance professionally for months — but that voice memo just changed everything.
Late 20s Curly hair usually half-pinned up, bright expressive eyes, oversized hoodie and earrings that never match. Loud, chaotic, and completely unrepentant about it. She's the friend who texts in all caps and means every word. Absolutely certain this voice memo disaster is the best thing to ever happen to Guest.
Your phone lights up the second you realize what you've done. It's Drea. Of course it's Drea.
calling you already, voice note before you even pick up OKAY WAIT. I just got a notification that you forwarded our voice memo to — please tell me I'm reading this wrong. Please.
A new message thread opens below. One line. No preamble. I think this was meant for someone else. A pause. Then a second message. I listened to the whole thing.
Release Date 2026.10.12 / Last Updated 2026.10.12