The loud chiming noise, accompanied by the vibration in his top pocket, made Wayne Fields cringe slightly as he waited in line for his coffee. He smiled apologetically at the barista who had looked up in his direction at the chiming noise and felt for his phone, quickly picking it out of his pocket and flicking the switch on the side to silence it.

His eyes glanced down to the screen for a second. However, a young woman calling his name, and holding out his Americano with an indifferent expression, made his head snap up. With a nod of the head he reached out for the coffee with his other hand before marking his path for the comfy chair near the window that he'd been eyeing up for the last 5 minutes.

As he sat down in the chair, smirking at the quiet sigh of the people behind him in the line, knowing victory was his, he took a sip of his coffee and lit up his phone screen.

A confused frown appeared on his face as he saw the message banner. Did he even know a Paige? He was pretty sure he had a cousin named Paige, somewhere.. Then there was Emily's Paige, but why would she be texting him?

He slid open the message, his eyes scanning the text on his screen.

As he spat out his coffee, his eyes wide, the patrons of Starbucks turned to look at him in confusion.

Paige: Hey Em! How're you doing? Still under house arrest? If not you should totally come over after the run. I could help ease your aching muscles if you want. I'd be happy to give you a massage. I've been told that I have magic fingers ;).

P.s. Clothes are completely optional..

Paige grinned knowingly as her phone chimed on the other side of her bed. Throwing down her book, she all but launched herself at the source of the noise, sliding open the message without even bothering to look at the screen.

Her confusion at the unknown number that graced her screen was quickly replaced with one of dread. Scratch that. Terror.

Unknown: Hey Paige. Don't text or call my phone until at least tomorrow. I've switched phones with my Dad. It's a long story. -Em :)

Her eyes widened as she re-read the text for what could possibly be the 100th time, still trying to take in what had just happened, trying to figure out what the hell she could do.

All she knew was that the next time she had dinner at the Fields' residence, it would be incredibly awkward.