'Hello?'

'Um, hi, who is this?'

'Um, you called me. Who were you calling?'

'My mam...'

'Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm not your mom.'

'Yeah, I can see that.'

'...'

'... Um, okay, sorry about that. Must have dialled the wrong number.'

'No problem.'

xXxXx

'Hello?'

'Oh, God, I'm so sorry, I dialled the wrong number again.' Why was he so nervous?

'Yeah, I'm still pretty sure I'm not your mom.' He chuckled.

'I know, I'm so sorry, I don't know why I did that.' Yes, he did, because his hand was shaking, and he wasn't paying any attention to what he was doing. Why was he so nervous?

'It's okay.' He laughed at the stranger's distress. '...Who needs to dial their mom's number anyway? Shouldn't you have that saved?'

'I just bought this phone, still haven't updated...Why am I explaining myself to a stranger?'

'Sorry, was just curious.'

'... I'm not making an international call, am I?'

'I don't think so, why would you be?'

'It's just your accent, it's American.' It was that voice, that sexy, sexy voice, making its way into his brain, and making him feel all tingling inside.

'Raised in the US, been in Cardiff two years... Now I'm the one explaining myself to a stranger.'

'Sorry, didn't mean to pry. I should go. Sorry for bothering you again.' He disconnected, with a pang in his heart, because he wish he could have kept listening to that voice and that man for the rest of the day.

xXxXx

'Hello?'

'You're not Owen.'

'Um,... no.'

'Sorry, I just called the last number that called me, thought it was him.'

'Hey, you're the guy from yesterday. The American guy.' And his heart leapt.

'Huh?'

'I called you by accident when I was trying to call my mam.'

'Oh, right. Did you get a hold of her after all?'

'Yes, yes I did.' He felt himself blushing.

'How is she?'

'What?'

'I don't know, I feel so involved in the situation now, it seemed impolite not to ask.'

'She's fine.' He said in a resigned sigh.

'We've been talking a lot these days. What's your name?'

'Jones. Ianto Jones.'

'Nice to meet you, Jones, Ianto Jones. I'm Jack Harkness. And there you go, we're not strangers any more.'

'Um, okay.'

'You know, Jones, Ianto Jones, I think maybe it wasn't an accident that you called me yesterday.'

'What do you mean?'

'I think fate wanted us to meet.'

'Fate?' He rolled his eyes.

'Yeah, think about it. What are the odds of us calling the wrong number three times?'

'I suppose very slim, but still... fate?'

'Okay, maybe not fate. But I'm not the kind of guy who lets a great opportunity slip by when it presents itself.'

'What opportunity?'

'The opportunity to meet a sexy Welshman.' It was possible to hear the flirtatious grin from the other side of the phone.

'How do you know I'm sexy?' He blushed, while wondering where his legs had gone all of a sudden.

'Oh, with a voice like that, the rest of the package has got to be sexy, too.' And the grin got wider.

'...' He could feel the heat taking over his face. And the rest of his body.

'Oh, c'mon, aren't you at least a little bit curious about me?'

Of course he was, he wanted to know everything about this man.

'I...'

'Maybe we could do something about it.'

'What are you suggesting?'

'Coffee?'

'Are you asking me out on a date?'

'Interested?'

'Jack, I may know your name now, but you're still a total stranger.' He said making a controlled effort to think with his brain and not the rest of his body, which was requesting most of his attention at the moment.

'Hence the date, so we can change that.'

'...'

'Look, just coffee, half an hour, we could meet in a very public and crowded place... Just to make sure we're not missing out on anything.'

'...'

'Ianto?'

'Okay.' Yeah, fuck his brain.