“Same. I’ll see you guys at the next one,” I state, offering them both a wave.
I'll likely see them again today, or in the next day on another call. Starting the day off with Gramps falling was not ideal, but I think once I get my head back into gear, I can get a feel for Hannah.
Gramps definitely interfered a bit, but who knows, maybe it will work in my favor?
I spendthe rest of the day secretly hoping for a medical call so I have the chance to see Hannah again, and when one doesn’t come, my spirits fall a bit. For a second, I think that maybe my superhero underwear has lost its touch, but then, I realize that the day isn’t over yet.
I pull into the driveway as my idea fully forms in my head. If I can start a conversation with her, who knows where it will go? Grabbing my phone from the center console, I start a new message to her.
Me
Hey Hannah
I wanted to say I was sorry for my Gramps earlier. He can be a lot, but he really does mean well.
I wait for a beat, hoping she responds right away. She doesn’t, but I don’t let my hope fade. She’s probably just getting home from work too, and might not be on her phone.
It was a long day today, I had a meeting with Henry, and they’re considering bringing in the FBI for the drug trafficking investigation. We have a few guys who are also in training for some undercover work, so it seems like things are finally happening with the investigation.
I feed Arson and stare at my phone sitting on the kitchen counter, almost willing it to buzz with a new message. A few more minutes go by until my phone finally buzzes.
Hannah
No need to apologize, really. He’s adorable.
Okay,breathe. No need to panic or get too excited. I need to keep her talking. It’s been a long time since I’ve talked with a woman I’m interested in, so I’m out of my game.
Me
He’s the best.
I try to come up with something else to say, but she responds quickly, the bubbles appearing and another message taking their place before I have a second to think of something,
Hannah
He seems like it.
Time to change the subject, keep her talking.
Me
How was the rest of your day?
The bubble appears and disappears a few times as I change out of my work clothes and into a pair of sweats. I flop down onto the couch as I wait for a message back.
Either she’s typing a novel, or she doesn’t know what to say. In the times I’ve interacted with her, she’s pretty tight-lipped, so maybe she just doesn’t know what to say.
Hannah
It was fine. We had a stroke code, and a few other calls, but nothing too bad. You?
I let out a sigh of contentment. She’s keeping the conversation open.
Me
Lots of traffic stops. Pulled over one of my teachers from elementary school for going seventy in a fifty-five today. That was a blast from the past.
Hannah
