Phone number

The blond sitting next to him was busy studying something; it was an interesting read for her, he could tell. He had put off studying for weeks and now he had finally arranged a time to study in quiet. The girl was now whispering into her little, pink cell phone. “I’ll meet you there tonight”, he heard her say. I wish I could ask for her number, he thought, but decided against it. It would be too awkward and she would probably say no anyway, he convinced himself. Just as he was getting ready to start the new chapter, his phone rang, startling both him and the girl. It was his American friend, the one he was dying to see. They flirted and teased each other for a while, and then he told her about the hot blond, lowering his voice significantly. By the time he finished talking, the blond had already walked out, leaving behind a small, torn piece of paper. He looked around, wondering if she would return, then reached for the paper. Written in bright pink letters were a name and a phone number. He smiled and placed the paper inside his jean pocket.

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  1. ramin November 25, 2006 @ 5:22 pm

    It was short but I like it, I write something like this but in Persian (farsi). I will read next chapter of your blog.

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