Title: Right Number
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Hunith
Summary: They got off to a bad start, but should they give it another go?
Word Count: 150
Prompt: 449 Wrong Number
Author's Notes: Modern AU, budding romance
"Merlin, is that you? I suppose you thought you'd never hear from me again after calling me an over-privileged prat and an ARSE—"
"Excuse me, I— "
"Insulting me in the worst manner, just because I pointed out that the pub staff were dimwitted and lazy, which they totally WERE—"
"How did you get my number?"
"Gwaine. He's always playing matchmaker."
"I really wanted to meet you again. Just to clear things up between us. Can you do Tuesday at the King's Head?"
Merlin was speechless. He'd felt certain he'd never see the posh, fit, gloriously golden-haired clotpole ever again.
"Yes! Absolutely. Sure."
"See you then. And do bring your manners along this time, Emrys. If you have any."
The line went dead.
Hunith glanced at her son, noticing his blush. "Who was that?"
"Wrong number," Merlin said slowly. But he was grinning like a loon.