Me: Just playing with you.
I give him my real number, smiling so big that my cheeks hurt.
Drew: I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Sharee.
Me: OK, Drew.
I close my app and let out a little squeal.This could definitely be something!
3
Day 3
March 29
My phone rings with a 718 area code andNew Yorkdisplayed underneath it. Normally, I don’t answer these types of calls, but boredom has officially taken over, and maybe I can mess with a salesperson enough to get them to talk to me. At this point, I just want human interaction, and I’ll take it anywhere I can get it.
“Hello?” I say.
“Hey, it’s Drew.” A breathy male voice comes across my line, making my body tingle.
“Hey,” I say, a little too excited. I try to bring it down a notch as I curl my body on my couch. “How come your number says New York?”
“Yeah, I lived there a while back, just never changed it. What are you up to?”
“Livin’ the dream, watching the rain outside and contemplating my next move in life.”
“Are you thinking big things are to come?”
“‘Big mistake! Big! HUGE,’” I drawl out. “‘I have to go shopping now…’” I let my voice trail off.
“So, you’re an eighties movie buff too? Do you know anything from our generation?” he says with a slight laugh.
I return the sound. “Yeah, I just watched theBehind the Scenesshow fromPretty Woman, so it’s on my mind. Next isThe Breakfast Club, and they even have one for the showThe Facts of Life, so I have my lineup for tonight all planned out. I know you’re jealous.”
“You do know I have cable, so I can watch it too, right?”
“Yeah, but I’m sure you have way better things to do with your time.”
“Not really, but you’ll have to fill me in on whatThe Facts of Lifeis. I don’t remember that one.”
I sigh. “It was a television show from the eighties. I have an older sister; that’s the only way I know about it. So, how about you? What’s your day been like?”
“First, I went for a run in the rain. That was fun. Came home soaked and took a hot shower.”
“Okay, hold that thought. Getting visual …” I pause. “Yep, got it. Go on.”
His laugh is deep and throaty. I close my eyes and let it soak in, especially with that visual still running through my head.
“Since then, I’ve been trying to stay busy. I had old boxes to go through that had been sitting in my room for the past few years, so I figured it was time.”
“Ah, trip down memory lane. Did you find anything good?”
“Besides old trophies, yearbooks, and my graduation cap, not really.”
“Let me guess. You were voted Best Smile in high school.”
His laugh graces me again. “Thank you, but no. I was voted Most Athletic though.”
