[ WP ] Three friends . Four AM . No dialogue

Nothing good happens after 2 a.m. That's what my mom always told me anyways. But how do you say no to the hottest friend you have inviting you to come over to make juice. 
 
 I mean... she is in Germany... 
 
 No-no-no. I ca n't be that guy. I do n't cheat. 
 
 I mean... she should've called me right? 
 
 Maybe she had class? 
 
 I caught myself thinking, `` Fuck her, she should've called,'' as I opened the door to the taxi and sat down in the backseat. 
 
 What the fuck do you say to a taxi driver at 4 in the morning. I just stared blankly out the window, imagining all the different ways this could go down. 
 
 I'd just break up with her tomorrow. Not a problem. Not a big deal right? Yeah, not a big deal. 
 
 As I got out of the taxi, I noticed the bottle in his hand. Well, fuck, should've left earlier. 
 
 I walked up the stairs to her apartment and knocked on the door. She was wearing her pajamas, but damn, she looked good. There were no words exchanged. She just pointed to a bottle of wine and I could not bring myself to do anything but nod. I spotted her stereo system and found my favorite Otis song. I turned it on to let the music decide where this night would end up. As she brought me my wine, I brought her in closer, still speechless of how flawless this girl was. 
 
 We danced silently, and I had forgotten all of Victoria back in Germany. 
 
 But there she was again. I suddenly remembered, but caught myself before I could stir a panic. 
 
 Robin knew I was taken. She knew....right? Unless she... unless she assumed when I talked to her earlier that day, that I had broken up with Victoria. 
 
 Either way I could n't break up the moment. She would not be ecstatic to know that I came here still a taken man. 
 
 That was it. I had to call her. Or do something. 
 
 I slowly put my hand up motioning for her hold on. The music still was going on which kept the mood even. I rushed to the bathroom and washed my face. No way. No way. No way. I could n't be that guy. I could not be that guy. I took out my phone to call her, but it ended up on top of the sink, open and waiting to be dialed. I grabbed the sink with both my hands and breathed deeply. With one final sigh, I grabbed the phone to call, but realized... this was n't my phone. 
 
 I stepped outside to find my cellphone open on the table, music off, and Robin nowhere to be found. I looked at my cellphone and saw that it read, `` Missed Call: Victoria''. 
 
 Robin knew. She was probably furious and unwilling to talk. 
 
 I could n't even bring myself to call Victoria. 
 
 I knew it was over. 
 
 Three friends. Four AM. And no words could save me from this situation.
