Beast Boy walked into the living room, his belly full and his head bearing an eagerness to see what was going on. He was exhausted from a hard day's work and was ready to just chill out, or, in this case, get as far away from work as possible.

He and the rest of his buddies had decided to take a break from the usual work that they did in order to recruit for some volunteer service. As of today, that consisted of going to the local orphanage and giving the building a new coat of paint for the children to take pride in. It wasn't the most exhausting of jobs, but the hours they worked didn't make it any easier than it could have been; all of the Titans were there at 7:30 that morning and didn't get finished until 2:00 that afternoon. To top it off, it was a very hot and humid day in the city, which sapped out any of the remaining energy that the Titans might have had. Even the large dinner that Beast Boy had just eaten failed to restore any of the movement that he had once had earlier in the day.

His eyes, which had been half-opened at the time he entered the living room, shot open at an instant when he noticed that his good friend, Cyborg, was sitting on the sofa. As he made his way over to join his comrade, he noticed that Cyborg seemed to be lacking the energy that he once had as well. Even though Cyborg was in much better shape and downright stockier than the green boy, he still succumbed to exhaustion and needed to rest just about as frequently as everyone else, if not a little longer. This circumstance was no different, and Beast Boy knew this, but he hoped secretly that if he joined his buddy, things would get a little perkier.

Drunkenly and goofily singing the chorus of Touch My Body, Beast Boy marched up to the living room sofa and plopped down, eager to see what was up with his friend. Cyborg acknowledged the boy with a gangsta-style nod, but said nothing. After a short two seconds, Beast Boy stopped his singing and addressed his friend. "What's up my buddy?"

"Not much," replied Cyborg. "Just trying to figure out how to make a call."

"It's pretty easy. You press a few buttons and talk through the receiver to the other person."

Cyborg scoffed. "Shut up. I know how to do it."

"Then what's the problem?"

"Well, I'm trying to get in contact with that girl that we met at the orphanage. You know the one; the girl that won that beauty pageant?"

Indeed, Beast Boy knew the one. While at the orphanage, the volunteers and the staff of the place themselves were surprised to find out the winner of the Bahamian teenage beauty pageant would be stopping at the orphanage to help volunteer alongside the others as part of a goodwill mission. The first couple of minutes none of them did any actual work; instead, the volunteers took pictures with the teenage beauty queen for the local paper, which was covering the story. Cyborg took more pictures than he needed to; after a new volunteer would take theirs with the girl, he would come back for another. From what Beast Boy had known, he and the girl had really hit it off, though he never knew the extent of their doing so because of the work that he had immersed himself in. However, the two seemed to have exchanged phone numbers, and the girl, being from the Bahamas, was actually on vacation and was going to be staying in the city for a few more days. This would give them the chance to hang until she had to leave.

Later that day, before the teenage queen departed, she directly told Cyborg to call her to set up plans. Then she left without any other goodbye.

"I want to call her, of course," reassured Cyborg to Beast Boy, "but the problem is that since her cell phone is registered in the Bahamas, I would have to call the country code in order to get any kind of connection. Seeing that I don't know the country code, that's going to be a little hard."

"What the hell's a country code?"

"Beats me. All I know is that I have to dial it along with her number if I'm going to get anything. Do you know what it is?"

"No. I haven't made any calls to the Bahamas in ever. Maybe you should just try dialing the number as it is."

"Maybe I should. I don't know what to think about it, though. She seemed pretty interested in getting back together… so do you think that maybe she has some kind of a thing for me?"

Beast Boy crossed his eyes. "I hope not. She just met you like… today."

"This is true. I guess I'll just call her over to hang out." Cyborg hesitated before turning on the phone. "If I do that, though, will you stick around with us?"

Beast Boy didn't say anything for a while, but answered with a compassionate "Well, sure."

"I mean, even if we stay up until four in the morning, would you stay up with us?"

"Of course, man. You're like one of my best buddies. I'll do anything for you."

"Alright then. I guess I'll call."

Cyborg turned on the phone and dialed the girl's number with lightning speed. Beast Boy was amazed that he had already put the number to memory. They must have really had a great time together thought the boy to himself as he watched his friend wait for an answer. Maybe they will get together sooner or later. Who knows?

"Hey," Cyborg answered in a dull voice. Beast Boy knew that this was his friend's personal way in trying to sound studly and impressive. Keeping quiet, the green boy sat back to listen to how his friend would handle things.

"What's up?"

What was that girl's name again? It wasn't anything too weird… It was like Twila or something. I don't know; something distinctly black.

"Yeah, it was pretty cool. I had a lot of fun this morning."

Aw. So cute.

"Guess what I saw today."

What did you see today, Cyborg?

"I saw a dolphiiiin."

At this last line, Beast Boy nearly burst into a cackle. The exaggerated syllable that his friend had let escape from his lips combined with his suave voice only made it all the more hilarious. However, he made sure to keep quiet when Cyborg sent him a scowl, but a large smirk remained fixed on his lips. Nice pick-up line, buddy he mused to himself.

"Yeah, it was pretty cool. But I guess if you got to go then I'll talk to you later. Love ya."

With this final line, Cyborg turned off the phone.

"What?" asked Beast Boy, wanting to know what happened. "She's busy?"

"Not really. She just wants to get to bed on time. She has a big day tomorrow."

"That's pretty weak." Beast Boy scowled.

"Not really. She's been busy the last few days, what with having to run my brothers around and get-"

"Wait…" interrupted Beast Boy. "Your brothers? How is she dealing with your brothers?"

"Well, she kind of has to. She's my mom."

Beast Boy felt as though he ran out of words to say. However, he proved this feeling false by uttering a single "Oh."

"Yeah." Cyborg paused for a moment. "Wait, did you think that I had called that girl?"

"Well, yeah, kind of," Beast Boy replied. "You know, since we were just talking about getting in touch with her and stuff."

The two sat there for a moment before Beast Boy once again broke the silence. "So when did you see a dolphiiiin?"

Cyborg let out a laugh, which Beast Boy joined in on. The laughter ceased, however, when Cyborg interrupted by asking if he should try to call the girl for real this time.

"It wouldn't hurt trying," answered Beast Boy. "Just try to dial the number and see what happens."

Cyborg did so and waited for a few moments. He then turned off the phone, declaring "Yeah, I kind of need the country code."

"Well then, that's a wrap. I guess you'll just have to try and get in touch with her some other way."

"I can do that. She gave me her email too."

"Then it's all good."

The two sat there in silence once again, Cyborg looking at the piece of paper which held all of the beauty's information while Beast Boy thought quietly to himself about dolphins.

"Were you serious when you said that I'm one of your best buddies?"

"And that I'd do anything for you? Of course."

Cyborg grinned at the boy, which was returned with a smirk. Beast Boy stood up right afterwards and stretched, trying to shake off any of the exhaustion that might have accumulated while he was sitting down.

"I think I heard some of the others say that they were going to McDonalds," he said, feeling for his wallet in his pocket. "Let's head on over there. I could use a milkshake."

"Most excellent."

And with that, the two left the building and headed towards the restaurant.