Vegas was working in a company as a web developer . One day, he saw Porsche in a café and he liked him, so he started coming there regularly at the same time.

Porsche starts noticing a few days later and tries to avoid him. But one day, Vegas comes towards him and asks, " Hmm... Hi... I noticed you for a few .. I like you .. so can I get your number, please? " . Porsche felt really creepy, so he gave some random number to him and left from there.

Later in that night, Vegas sent a message to Porsche . " Hi, this is Vegas. "

PETE POV :

I am lying on the bed while scrolling my phone . Suddenly, a message pops up from some unknown number, so I checked . " Hi, Porsche. This is Vegas." I saw that, but " Vegas? Who is that ? " I asked myself. " Who is this? ". I replied. " In morning, I asked your number. I said I like you and what to know about you."

Ohh, it seems like that person gave the wrong number. But let me pretend like that for sometimes. This type of people creepy out , so why not?

It's been 3 days, but Vegas seems like a really good guy. I think I misunderstood him. Now, I feel guilty to lie to him. Tomorrow, I'm going to say that I'm not Porsche.

The next day, Pete decided to tell the truth, so he messaged Vegas. " Hi... Vegas, I want to tell you something... I'm not the person you looking, I'm not Porsche. I'm pete. It's seems like that person gave you the wrong number. I'm sorry for not telling you. "

It's been an hour since I messaged him, but he did say that then later half, and an hour he saw but not replying. I'm sacred now even though I know him for a few days, but I feel so comfortable and like him. What will happen now .

Then I saw his message, Finally, his message came . "It's okay. At least you told me the truth. Honestly, I think getting the wrong number turned out to be a good thing."

After that, our conversations grew even better. We texted every day for a month, sharing jokes, life stories, and even silly selfies. Vegas was unlike anyone I'd ever met-kind, genuine, and incredibly funny.

One day, he texted, "Pete, we've been talking for a while now. Can we meet in person? I'd really like to see you."

I hesitated but eventually agreed. "Okay, but promise me no creepy vibes this time."

He laughed. "Deal. Saturday at the park near the café, 5 PM?"

When Saturday came, I was a bundle of nerves. I sat on a bench at the park, fiddling with my phone until I heard someone call my name.

"Pete?"

I looked up to see Vegas standing there with a shy smile and two cups of coffee.

"You came," he said, handing me one of the cups.

We walked around the park, talking like old friends. He was even better in person-charming, attentive, and surprisingly thoughtful. He remembered all the little details I'd mentioned during our chats.

A week later, Vegas asked me out on a proper date. "I want to take you somewhere special," he said.

He took me to a small rooftop restaurant with twinkling lights and a stunning view of the city. Over dinner, we laughed and shared stories, and I caught him stealing glances at me more than once.

"You're staring," I teased. "Can't help it," he replied, his voice soft. "You look amazing tonight." Omgg, I'm becoming red light now.

After dinner, we walked hand in hand under the stars. When he gently squeezed my hand, my heart skipped a beat. I feel whole butterfly zoo in my stomach.

One evening, while sitting by the lake, Vegas turned to me, looking unusually serious.

"Pete, there's something I need to say," he began.

I looked at him, my heart racing. "What is it?"

He took a deep breath. "I like you, Pete. I mean I really like you. Ever since we started talking, you've made my life brighter. You're kind of and funny, and you make me feel at ease. Will you be my boyfriend?"

I felt my cheeks flush as I smiled. "Yes, Vegas. I like you too. And for the record, I'm glad Porsche gave you the wrong number. Hehehe." . . . . .

Our relationship grew stronger with each passing day. Vegas was full of surprises, like showing up at my work with coffee and flowers, making my coworkers tease me endlessly.

One rainy afternoon, we stayed in, watching movies and sharing a blanket. When I cried during a sad scene, he teased me, but I caught him wiping away a tear, too.

We even tried cooking together once, but it ended with a messy kitchen and us laughing hysterically.

What started as a mistake turned into the best thing that ever happened to me.

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