You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You and the stranger both like Faberry.

You: Why hello there, Rachel.

Stranger: *my eyes widen as I take a step back* h-hello Quinn..

You: *chuckles slightly, relaxing back in her chair* So, Tina fakes a stutter in school, and you have one whenever you talk online, good to know.

Stranger: What do you want Quinn?

You: You’ve defeated your internet speech impediment, I’m proud of you. Also, what is with that hostility?

Stranger: I dont know.. you tell me

You: I’m merely responding, Rachel. You’re usually good with catching details, tell me, was there anything hostile with my opening message?

Stranger: Thats the problem… why are you suddenly messaging me… Considering you never have unless I count those ‘nice’ comments you left on my Myspace

You: Rachel, are you really stuck on the things that i said on Myspace, considering that myspace has been in the social networking graveyard along with friendster for about a year now?

You: Nevermind that, I messaged you because I, for some reason, felt like talking to you. However, if you would prefer not to talk, then fine by me.

Stranger: And since when do you feel like talking to me? *rolling my eyes as I glare at my screen*

You: (had the strongest urge to reference andy grammer, but he wasnt around yet XD)

You: Do I necessarily have to feel a certain way in order to talk to you? I mean, do you want me to say something like, “Oh, no reason, I’m feeling masochistic today, and you are the most painful individual to socialize with”?

Stranger: It just strikes me as odd that you decide to communicate with your enemy… or well as you would say Manhands..

You: *sighs, cradling head on my right hand* Rachel, why are you so hung up on things that I used to do.

Stranger: Kind of hard to forget the worst years of my life…

You: I’ve moved passed the fact that you kissed my boyfriend while i was still going out with him, so can you move past words?

Stranger: Fine…. *snorting as I lean against my seat*

You: You know what, whatever, if you really find it that arduous of a task to merely converse with me, then I can go, because that response? The fact that you have such a massive problem with what I’ve said to you, yet you chase after the oaf a good week after finding out he slept with Santana…I’ll be honest, that hurts.

Stranger: Why do you care if I chase after Finn? He’s the love of my life and I hurt him… can we not talk about that please.. I feel terrible about it

You: I would care if anyone in glee chased after Finn, because he doesn’t deserve anyone in the club, honestly.

You: However, I care about you pursuing him because you could do a hell of a lot better than Finn “Anchor” Hudson.

You: That is exactly what he’s going to become, mark my words.

Stranger: Quinn stop… just stop. Need I remind you that a year ago you were dating him. I’m sorry about the events that happened but I’m not giving up.. I love him and I’m not going to let a small mistake get in the way… I’ll apologize as much as I have to until he takes me back.

You: Yeah, a year ago I was dating Finn, and you know what that was for? Popularity, status, being untouchable.

You: You shouldn’t have to apologize to him for a single thing! You kissed Puck, yeah, but he had sex with Santana…I mean, if we’re comparing the two, he definitely did worse, not just a small mistake.

Stranger: I overreacted… sure he shouldnt have lied about his virginity but he and I werent together when he slept with her. Kissing Puck… almost sleeping with Puck.. was childish and petulant on my side and I feel awful about it considering what happened last year…

You: Let me ask you a question….he made you dinner at his house, which by the way, I’m shocked that it’s not a pile of ashes, about two weeks before the Santana news surfaced. Tell me, Rachel, how much meat did he have prepared?

Stranger: I dont know where you get your information from Quinn but I can assure you he didnt cook anything yet… he did plan on cooking for me but that went down the drain the second I cheated on him

You: My apologies, I’ll have a talk with Kurt about expanding on the truth at some point. However, do you know what he was going to make you?

Stranger: Why are you talking to Kurt about my relationship with Finn?.. you have no right to meddle since you, yourself claimed that I wasnt your friend…

You: *Rolling her eyes as she leans back, trying to relax* Rachel, please don’t avoid the question. You’re a smart girl, so you should know what I’m trying to get at. Did he happen to remember at all that you’re a vegan? And if your reply is not a simple ‘Yes’, or ‘No’ then I am done. Please just answer.

Stranger: Of course he remembers…. Quinn just stop whatever it is you are doing… I know you might still harbor feeling for Finn but you two are over…

Stranger: *rubbing my forehead in frustration as I glance around my room*

You: Ok, I was going to leave, but that last thing kind of just struck a nerve, you think that i’m even remotely interested in Finn?

Stranger: Even if you are I am not worried… like I said you two are over and Finn loves me.. we just hit a rough patch but we will be together by Valentines day… besides you have Sam now

You: You’re blind as a bat…I didn’t think you were, but I’m certain now. Oh, another thing, I broke up with Sam yesterday. I’m guessing that didn’t make it back to you.

Stranger: I’m not one for gossip.. and how am I blind again? *crossing my arms as I glare at the screen*

You: Ne..nevermind that. I think that I should go. *berating myself for almost letting my emotions bubble over, shaking my head*

Stranger: Fine Quinn… if thats what you want. I have to go as well… I need to think of a good apology song to sing tomorrow… I’ll see you in school.

You: It isn’t what i want, if you heard what I want, well…I highly doubt I’d even have a chance at being your friend.

Stranger: Considering that I’m still talking to you after our history might give you the clue that I always give second chances… It might be a fault but thats how I was raised…

You: I’m not that sure there is a second chance for the path that I already have a foot hovering over. I’ll be honest…I’m kind of scared right now.

Stranger: I never took Quinn Fabray for the cowardly type… you certainly werent shy about what you wanted or who you hated…. anyway I have to go now.. .we can talk tomorrow after glee if thats okay with you?

You: (jw do you actually have to leave?)

Stranger: (no… I dont.. Dont worry if I have to leave I’ll tell you. I really hate it when people disconnect without warning)

You: (lol, good, cause I’m kind of thoroughly enjoying this)

Stranger: (same here)

You: Wait, Rachel, please, don’t go yet. I have to tell you something, something that I haven’t told anyone, because I haven’t really accepted it until recently

Stranger: Why would you tell me? Why not Santana. I mean she is your best friend

You: Because I trust you, okay?

Stranger: Since when=

Stranger: ?*

You: It’s not a matter of when I started trusting you with things, it’s that besides Kurt, I think that you’re the only other person i can trust with this.

Stranger: Kurt? *frowning as I re-read the sentence* I didnt know you and Kurt were friends…

You: Well, technically, we aren’t exactly friends, but we aren’t enemies either. However, I’m fairly confident he will be a good confidant with the delicate nature of what I intend on telling him, and, you.

Stranger: On a scale of 1 to 10 how important is it?

You: I can say with absolute certainty its about a 10

You: Not about, a definite ten

Stranger: Then I dont think its appropriate to talk about this over the computer…

You: Oh, no, we aren’t having this conversation face to face. That would not end well…

You: Oh, fuck it, Rachel, I like girls.

You: there

You: I said it.

You: Good little Christian Quinn Fabray likes her own gender.

Stranger: I dont really see how that is new information..

You: Are you not grasping exactly what I mean?

Stranger: You are gay… yes I know what that means and I’m not surprised because I always had a hunch… I guess my sixth sense is still working..

You: I just didn’t think you would act like i just told you that it is fucking dark outside, and more like i just told you quite possibly one of the most important things i’ve ever said! Do you know how hard that was for me?

Stranger: I’m sorry Quinn if my response was inappropriate… But you are talking to a girl that has two gay dads and 2 gay friends… Plus I am a member of the LGBT community…

You: Do you possibly think that I could talk to you after glee tomorrow? I need a good amount of time to put together exactly what it is that i want to say.

You: (brb, grabbing myself a drink)

Stranger: Of course Quinn… I have time after glee tomorrow

Stranger: (tyt… while you grab yourself a drink I’m going to get some cereal :) )

You: (Sure thing, Im back)

You: (also, kix for the win)

Stranger: (back)

You: Ok, well then I guess I will see you tomorrow. Quickly, before we go, i need you to promise me something.

Stranger: Of course Quinn…

You: Well I need you to promise that when I say what I have to say to you, that you wont run.

Stranger: Quinn I promise I wont run…

You: Ok, thank you. I will see you tomorrow Rachel. Sweet dreams.

Stranger: Sweet dreams Quinn…

You: *paces in room, trying to figure out exactly what to say tomorrow*

Stranger: *going through my sheet music wondering what I’ll sing tomorrow*

You: -NEXT DAY-

Stranger: *going back to seat after singing a beautiful rendition of You and Me, glancing at Finn every now and then*

You: SCHUESTER: Thank you Rachel, for another great performance. All right, guys, I will see you all back here Monday afternoon.

Stranger: *beaming at Mr. Schue before I look at Finn, hoping he’ll say something*

You: *Looking at Finn while I twist my hands together nervously, hoping nothing happens, trying to gather my thoughts*

Stranger: *sighing sadly when Finn and the others stand up, walking out of the choir room* its okay Rachel… you just need to try harder *biting my lip as I give myself a pep talk*

You: *After seeing that everyone has left, heading over to the door and shutting it, twisting the lock* Don’t worry, the lock is just so we aren’t disturbed. I have some dirt on Schuester, so i used it to get access to the choir room key. I just have to lock up after we’re done here.

Stranger: *frowning as I look up at you* you’re blackmailing Mr. Schue? *shaking my head in disappointment* thats not nice Quinn…

You: *chuckling slightly* Yeah well the privacy was needed, so I didn’t have much of an option.

You: *Walking over to sit next to you* So…*nervous chuckle*hey.

Stranger: Hi *smiling slightly* I understand you’re nervous and wanted privacy but blackmailing a teacher is not something you should be doing

You: Well if you’re still interested in talking to me after I say what i need to, we can discuss the poor decision I made.

Stranger: Oh dont worry about that… a lecture is coming your way soon

You: Yeah, I’m looking forward to it ever so much.

You: So, I told you yesterday that i was..gay. I didn’t tell you that I’ve had my eye on someone for a good period of time.

Stranger: You have *my eyes widen* who is it? Is it Santana? Brittany?

You: *Looks at you with a slight smile, incredibly apprehensive* Well, no, it’s not Brittany or Santana. It’s someone who is kind of unattainable.

Stranger: She’s probably not even in glee club… *frowning as I try to think*

You: *mumbling* yeah…she is…

Stranger: No she isnt… she cant be… *my frown deepening*

You: *Looking down, deciding to take the leap, before speaking softly, barely audible* Come on Rachel, what’s the last option…

Stranger: Well…Mercedes…

Stranger: She’s the only one who’s not involved with anyone..

You: *Clearing my throat* Unattainable, remember?

Stranger: Tina

You: *Shaking my head* No.

Stranger: Lauren

You: *releasing a heavy sigh* come on Rachel, really? Think. Not too much left for options, pretty sure there is only one clubber you haven’t mentioned yet.

Stranger: Well it certainly cant be me… so I can only conclude that you lied about her being glee club

You: *Setting the key for the choir room down on the chair i was previously sitting in, i head for the door, unlocking it and opening it to leave, turning my head back* Why cant it be you? *Resuming my exit and starting to walk slowly down the corridor.*

Stranger: *frowning as I grab the key and my bag, following you after I lock the door* because its not me…

You: Who says?

Stranger: Because its not… *shrugging as I hand you the key*

You: *taking the key* How do you know it isn’t, hmm?

Stranger: Because even Suzy Pepper got better treatment from you than I did… You claiming that you like me is impossible… *smoothing down my skirt*

You: *Sighing to myself, as i lean against a locker* Well, say it was, what then?

Stranger: *frowning as I look at you* what do you mean?

You: *Lifting my head to meet your gaze* Say it was you, where do we go from there? Simple question.

Stranger: I dont know Quinn… *sighing* I honestly cant wrap my head around the fact that you actually like me

You: You’re an incredible actress, act like you can wrap your head around that fact, and then let me know where we would go from there. Would you go back to Finn, like i firmly believe that you’re going to do, even though he isn’t good enough for you, or would you contemplate giving me the chance to show you how you deserve to be treated.

Stranger: Quinn… *rubbing my forehead* dont talk like that about Finn… he is a nice guy just a little slow at times and he loves me a lot…

Stranger: (lol… she is so delusional)

You: (lmfao, slightly :) )

You: Rachel, don’t get me wrong, I know he means well with almost everything he does, and he will no doubt make someone a very lucky girl someday. I just think that you deserve someone better. Someone who has been looking at colleges that are close to both Julliard and Nyada, someone who has a folder on her laptop filled with vegan dishes, separated by meal types, someone who wont have to be reminded to tell you how pretty you look, because you’ll get tired of hearing it after a while every single morning when they pick you up for school.

Stranger: While that sounds amazing… Finn can be that person… I know he can *replying stubbornly* Sure he might not be the perfect boyfriend

Stranger: (brb)

You: (sure thing)

Stranger: (back)

You: (mkay :) )

You: *Tears beginning to form slightly, threatening to drop, my voice wavering* God Rachel, why do you have to be so stubborn. How can you not see how toxic he is going to be when you try to go to New York? He still wont know where he wants to go, but me? I know where i want to go when we finish high school, and thats wherever you are.

Stranger: *frowning* Quinn I know he and I might not last… But he is my first boyfriend and my first love.. *rubbing my forehead* Just because he might not have anything planned.. *stopping myself* I’ll help him figure it out… I.. I mean… thats what a good girlfriend does…

You: *Beginning to walk away at a brisk pace, hands balled, then i stop, breathe, turn back, heading to where you’re still rooted, getting control of myself before speaking* Fine, Rachel. I give up. I would do absolutely anything for you to be happy, and if that means that i have to leave you with Finn, then as much as its going to kill me, I will. One thing though. when you’re trying to get out of Lima, but can’t because you’re still attached to Finn’s hip and he doesn’t have a fucking foot out of the door, don’t seek me out.

Stranger: *crossing my arms* why do you seem so dead set on beating Finn down all the time? You dont know what he will do. But I do know he wont want to stay in Lima.. he will probably follow me to New York one way or the other…sure he isnt perfect…. but let me remind you that YOU were the one who made me cry myself to sleep every single night for almost two years.. Excuse me for not trusting you. Because frankly you have done nothing to deserve anything from me *huffing as I start walking away angrily*

You: *i stand straight, before looking at your retreating form* Would he do the same for you? If it meant you being happy, do you think he could give you up?

Stranger: I am not an object to be given up! *yelling at you* I make my own decisions and I dont need you or Finn making my choices… My first love will always be the stage..

Stranger: *clenching my hands as I start walking away again*

You: *Chasing after you, catching up to you before you’re at the middle of the last corridor before the exit corridor* I would never make you choose between the stage and me! With Finn, that choice is inevitable. *sighing, taking a second to calm myself* Rachel, i’ve already said that he is going to make some girl very lucky in the future, but that future will be in Lima. God he means well, but he doesn’t have the drive that you have, or that i have for that matter. I have done everything i can to show you how much i care about you, i don’t know what it’s going to take.

Stranger: You have done nothing but made me feel ugly and alone… Manhands, Rupaul, Stubbles…

Stranger: daily slushie doses …

You: Stop! Stop focusing on the past, what have i done today?

Stranger: chasing away every single person that wanted to talk to me… that seems pretty toxic to me .. *scoffing*

You: *voice dropping* you’re anything but ugly, Rachel, you’re beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

Stranger: Since when? *rolling my eyes* you have done nothing to make me even consider you as a potential partner… that being said I am not even gay…

You: *gathering my confidence in a last ditch effort, i walk up to where you are standing, face to face with you, cupping your cheek with my hand* Ok, then. Kiss me once. One kiss, and I will drop this, you will never hear from me about this again, and i will keep myself out of your way.

You: *whispering goes after hand*

Stranger: No Quinn… I want to be your friend… *frowning* you cant just do this… Making me choose between you and Finn.. its not fair on anyone.. You cant just throw all of this on me and expect me to chose you… *taking a step back*

You: *seeing you step back, i step forward and close the gap, placing my hands on the locker behind you, leaning in to whisper into your ear* Come on, Rach. It’s one kiss. Besides, you’re straight, so this wont change anything. *leaning back out to gauge your reaction*

Stranger: *stomping my foot* I said no Quinn… *trying to push you away*

You: *Smirking like a cat with its paw on a mouse’s tail* Rachel, you’re breathing makes it sound like you’re nervous…am i making you nervous?

Stranger: Just… move a little… *looking for a way to escape* what if someone sees?

You: *Full on grinning knowing that its a sure shot, i move myself in just a titch closer, voice now a husky whisper* I’m sorry, what was that last part you said? All I heard was you avoiding telling me if i’m making you nervous

You: (this is going on tumblr. def.)

Stranger: I.. I said.. *blushing as I look away* I said that someone could walk here and see… there are still people in school, you know?

You: *Chuckling, knowing you know better* Rach, its a Friday. Everyone who doesn’t absolutely have to be here is long gone. You know who has to be here right now? The janitor. Now, whats your next excuse? *as you begin to talk, i decide to take a risk, leaning in to whisper* this one had better be good *nipping at your earlobe as i pull back.*

Stranger: You are invading my privacy… and I dont like to be told what to do *huffing as I cross my arms petulantly*

You: Well, I don’t know how you managed to stay quiet, must’ve bit your tongue, but you’re blown pupils are telling a different story. Tell me, if i were to put my hand up to your heart, how fast would i feel it beating.

Stranger: I have a rape whistle…. and I’m not afraid to use it

You: Rachel Barbra Berry, if you can honestly look me in the eye and say that you would hate me kissing you, I will walk away right now, and we can forget this ever happened. I swear on beth.

Stranger: Quinn I’m not in the mood… I dont go around ranndomly kissing people so please… just… *ducking under your hand as I start to walk away, frowning at the blush on my face, shaking my head slightly figuring it must be because I’m embarrassed*

You: (lol, just a sec, trying to figure out where to go)

Stranger: (okay :) )

You: *Laughing in disbelief* What are you so afraid of? i can certainly tell it isn’t your mood keeping you from doing it, cause you’ve avoided two questions now, a lot more earlier, and you’re blushing with blown pupils, and probably a rapid heartbeat.

Stranger: I dont like you… I cant like you… *huffing*

You: You know, i’ve heard if you tell yourself something enough times, you start to actually believe that it’s true?

Stranger: I know… last year I did that a lot and it came true.

You: Oh, really? And what was that?

Stranger: Well there was.. get enough members for glee club… win sectionals…

Stranger: get my leading man

Stranger: Sadly that thing with my mother didnt work out so that one was a bust

You: *Catches up to you where you stopped, turning you around slowly and before you can respond presses my lips to yours, my arm going around the back of your neck*

Stranger: *my eyes widen as I try to push you away*

You: *i hold fast, hoping that my suspicion that you’re trying to convince yourself to not like this wears off*

Stranger: *kissing you back after a few moments*

You: *after feeling you begin to respond to the kiss, i swipe my tongue against the part between your lips, asking for entrance, as the free hand snakes behind your back, while the one that was behind your neck goes up to rest in your hair*

Stranger: *moaning into the kiss as I open my mouth, tangling my tongue with yours for a few minutes before I realize what I’m doing, pushing you away* n-no I… I’m .. I love Finn…

You: *sighing, i walk up to you, shaking my head* If you loved Finn, you would have been out the door the second i kissed you, not opening your mouth to deepen it.

Stranger: I was.. caught up.. nothing more… *starting to walk to the parking lot*

You: *Catching up knowing that if you slip away now, i’ll never get this chance, spinning you with just enough pressure so you’re against your car* I don’t buy that for a second. I was so close just then, i can’t let you slip away *I capture your lips for the second time between mine, slipping my tongue inside as i know this time around it will be welcomed, burying my hand back into its new home in your hair*

Stranger: *letting out a loud moan* no…we shouldnt do this… *placing my hand on your chest trying to push you away*

You: *breaking the kiss, but not relinquishing the space, pressing my forehead against yours softly* why are you fighting this so hard?

Stranger: Because Quinn… I’m not going to date you right now…. I told you my reasons and no matter how much sexual tension we have I want to finish what I have with Finn…

You: *Finally letting the actual emotions bubble over the surface as tears begin to fall* Why isn’t how strong i feel for you enough? I like you so much it fucking hurts, Rach.

Stranger: Because I’m scared of you… are you happy?

Stranger: All I keep doing is waiting for you to stab me in the back like you have so many times… waiting for this to be a practical joke so you can humiliate me even more..

Stranger: Finn is safe… he is predictable

You: *Letting out a small watery chuckle as i fall back with my back resting on my car* Well, good luck on Broadway with that attitude, tip-toeing around because you’re afraid of what’s going to happen. Do you think what i’ve done last night or today was even close to being safe or predictable? I’m so fucking vulnerable right now, i’m basically bare in front of you as just me. Not the hbic cheerio, not the celibacy club president, just Quinn Fabray. You think these tears are an act? I can’t fucking cry on demand like you! This is real, this is raw, this is happening, and this is right.

Stranger: *closing my eyes* give me time… please… if you like me as much as you claim you will give me time and not pressure me like you are currently doing

You: *calming down slightly* What is it that you need time for?

You: i get that you need time to get used to the idea of this *motioning between us* is that it?

Stranger: That and the fact that I dont trust you… I still have feelings for Finn… I cant just switch them off..

Stranger: and I cant date you if I still love him.. it wouldnt be fair to you

You: If you get back together with Finn, I will transfer the next day. I wouldn’t be able to handle that.

Stranger: You are overreacting..

You: Maybe, but i won’t stay while you parade around with him, knowing i feel stronger for you than he ever could.

You: That would kill me.

Stranger: *rolling my eyes* I’d never parade him around like that… and you claim they are but your actions keep proving me wrong

You: *opening my door to get into my car* if you two get back, i’m gone. *get in and shut the door*

Stranger: *getting into my car as I slowly drive away*

You: *don’t even start the car, just start sobbing hysterically*

Stranger: *feeling guilty as I pull up in my driveway*

You: *sit there continuing to let everything out until im dry crying, not wanting to move at all, letting the seat recline* I should leave tonight…i should just fucking go.

Stranger: *sitting quietly on my bed, thinking about everything that happened as I wonder what to do knowing someone is going to get hurt*

You: *drive past my house when i finally get moving, making sure my mom isn’t home, and when i see that she isn’t, parking in the driveway. i go in the house, pack some suitcases, leave a note for mom, then i go to a safe that she has, knowing the code because she drunkenly slurred it at me before, and take the money out of it.* Thank god she kept this incase dad got violent. I pack everything in the car and head out, pulling out my phone, dialing Rachel’s number*

Stranger: *answering the phone* hello?

You: * (in front of i pack)

You: *voice broken and defeated* hey, rachel, its quinn

Stranger: Quinn? Is everything okay? *frowning/

You: I just wanted to let you know that you’re not going to have to choose between me and Finn.

Stranger: What? What are you talking about Quinn?

You: What I am talking about is the car i have packed with suitcases, the $10,000 i have in a backpack on the passenger seat footspace. I know you, i know what you’re going to choose, and so i want to save you the difficulty of making that decision. So I’m calling to say goodbye

Stranger: B-but I…you cant do that…

Stranger: What about school?

Stranger: Your friends?=

Stranger: *stopping myself from asking ‘what about me’*

You: Why can’t I? If i’m going to turn into a shell of a human being, does it really matter where it happens?

Stranger: Quinn just stop… you are acting silly right now… You may think you are alone but you’re not.. You have Santana and Brittany.. you have Kurt and Mercedes and me…

Stranger: You have the glee club… we are your friends and your family…

You: I’m not being silly, i’m being incredibly rational right now. when thinking out how things between Finn, Me, and you would pan out, i didn’t come up with one outcome that resulted in us being together. You think i was being overdramatic, but even thinking about him with his hand in yours makes me absolutely sick.

Stranger: Grow up Quinn… you cant always get what you want but I was planning on choosing you… have a nice life

You: *21 minutes later i pull up in front of the berry household*

You: *rings doorbell*

Stranger: *laying on my bed with my ear-buds in as I listen to my music, glad that my dads are on a business trip*

You: (how much longer do you have, and do you have yahoo im?)

Stranger: ( I have to go soon.. its getting late and I have to get up really early)

You: (yahoo instant messanger?)

Stranger: (I dont have that..:( )

You: (being a gleek is it safe to assume you use tumblr?)

Stranger: (I do)

You: (awesome! i’ll follow. whats your url? if you don’t mind that is :P)

Stranger: (http://smartblonde317.tumblr.com/… I know I dont post much.. I’m usually the observer.. and that sounds creepy)

You: (same here, and you now have a new observer! we gots to find a way to continue. this is hands down the BEST faberry rp i’ve ever done)

Stranger: (why thank you :) I agree this is awesome)

You: (haha, well i have to go bang out some dishes, but i’ll talk to you on tumblr :) ) oh, btw, the gold star sound clip is AMAZING!!!

Stranger: (I know right… I cant stop listening to it… )

You: (Well, you take care, and have a good night :) )

Stranger: (same… have a nice morning/day/night)

You: haha 5 pm

Stranger: (day)

Stranger: bye :)