Mira had two great loves in life—teaching science and her little balcony garden. Both had betrayed her today.
First, her students had spent an entire class debating whether a tomato was a fruit or a vegetable instead of listening to her lesson. Then, she knocked over her prized basil plant while rushing to grade papers.
Frustrated, she grabbed her phone and fired off a text.
Mira: "If one more thing goes wrong today, I swear I'm quitting teaching and becoming a full-time gardener."
A moment later, a reply popped up.
Unknown Number: "Good choice. Plants don't talk back."
Mira frowned. Wait... Noora's name wasn't showing.
Mira: "Oops! Wrong number! Sorry, just venting."
Unknown Number: "No problem. But seriously, plants are great listeners. No sarcasm, no attitude. Just quiet photosynthesis."
She chuckled.
Mira: "True. Though my students have about the same attention span as my succulents—low maintenance but always on the verge of collapse."
Unknown Number: "Sounds like my high school chemistry class. I once set a Bunsen burner on fire."
Mira: "That's... kind of the point of a Bunsen burner?"
Unknown Number: "Yeah, but I also set the teacher's scarf on fire."
Mira gasped, then burst out laughing.
Mira: "Please tell me you weren't trying to impress someone."
Unknown Number: "Let's just say... it didn't work."
Mira: "I teach science, by the way. And I take my scarf collection very seriously."
Unknown Number: "Noted. Also, I'm Aadam. And I run a plant nursery. So if you do quit teaching, I might have a job for you."
Mira blinked. What were the chances?
Mira: "Wait, you actually work with plants?"
Aadam: "Yep. No talking back, no missing homework, just plants quietly thriving. Well... mostly."
Mira: "Let me guess. Even plant guys accidentally kill a cactus sometimes?"
Aadam: "You have no idea."
That night, Mira found herself smiling at her phone. Maybe today hadn't been so bad after all.
And maybe... a wrong number was about to grow into something very right.