Reubenwa

A voice called me after a night out in Reno, a strange town, full of tired and faded people and places. The voice claimed to be Emily. She had an accent slightly distorted by a poor connection. It could be anything from latino to middle eastern to asian. she was asking for Reuben. "Thats me" i said, curious about where this increasingly awkward conversation was going. After a pause that lasted too long she tells me shes back at work at the hair loft. I dont know what that is. I dont know why shes telling me. I tell her so and she seems satisfied, hanging up with a smile in her voice. Who have i given my number to? I flash back to dinner the