“Magic,” Remy smirked at the word. “Well, I ‘spose there’s no other explanation...”
He snatched up the cell phone that was tossed over to him. A second passed as he just looked at it. Part of him was just waiting and hoping that the bartender would grin and tell him that she was joking with him, that this was some kind of prank, but he just shrugged and went with it. He dialed a few numbers with his thumb and held the device up to his ear so that he could hear the ringing he expected.
A bewildered look crossed his face as he heard a completely unfamiliar voice giving a recorded message for a girl’s voicemail. He let out a long exhale and just shook his head. Life was rarely simple these days.
“You get a lot of this kinda thing? People just showin’ up...?” He took a drink, relishing the burn in his throat. At least alcohol tasted fine in Kansas.