Jess sat in his car, watching the windshield wipers in their futile battle against the torrential rain, irritation seeping through his pores. He hated this. He didn’t want to change his number. But Clara wouldn’t stop calling, so it seemed he had no other choice. He was baffled.
They’d broken up a week ago, why couldn’t she leave him alone? What did she want? As he thought of her as if in an act of clairvoyance, Jess’s phone rang. Clara’s name flashed across the screen. Jess cursed under his breath and swiped to decline the call. The stoplight flashed green. Jess crossed the intersection and turned into the Metro Phone parking lot.
The rain pounded on the roof as Jess entered the empty store. A lone clerk, young and disheveled, sat behind the counter scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled.
“Hi, welcome to Metro Phone, how can I help you?” The clerk asked.
“Uh, yeah, I need to, um, change my number,” Jess replied.
The clerk chuckled. “You coulda done that online. You didn’t have to come into the store.”
Jess frowned. These fucking kids. “You can do it online, you can do it online.” He jeered in his mind.
“I still prefer to do things in person,” Jess said, and impulsively added, “and I, uh, I want to get a new phone too.” His expression tightened. Why did I say that? Jess wondered. I like the phone I have just fine.
“Ahh,” the clerk said, brightening, “new number, new phone, new you!”
Eased by the clerk’s cheerful demeanor, Jess smiled and said, “Yeah, exactly.”
“I think I have just the one.” The clerk walked to the end of the counter and removed a bright, silver phone from the glass display. He held the phone out to Jess. “It’s the new Nebula9000.”
Light bounced off the phone’s shiny surface, startling Jess. He suppressed a gasp.
“Go on, check it out,” the clerk said.