Wild Night
You grab the pen from the glove compartment of your car and write your number on Oliver's hand. He reads it aloud and smiles. "I'll call you." He promises, before you pull out of the parking lot.
When you get home, there's a message waiting for you in the machine. Your heart almost skips a beat, and you think: the call might be from Oliver! You excitedly press the machine, and his voice fills the room.
"I just realized you didn't give me your cell number, so here's mine, and maybe you could text me or call me or something." He said, and he said his cellphone number.
You quickly grab a pen and paper from your coffee table and write his number down.
You text his phone before you go to sleep that night, and almost a minute later, your phone rings.
When you get home, there's a message waiting for you in the machine. Your heart almost skips a beat, and you think: the call might be from Oliver! You excitedly press the machine, and his voice fills the room.
"I just realized you didn't give me your cell number, so here's mine, and maybe you could text me or call me or something." He said, and he said his cellphone number.
You quickly grab a pen and paper from your coffee table and write his number down.
You text his phone before you go to sleep that night, and almost a minute later, your phone rings.