She answers on the third ring.
“Hi,” she says, sounding surprised but not annoyed.
“Hey,” I reply.
“Everything ok?”
“Yeah,” I say.“I just wanted to hear your voice.”
There’s a small pause.
“That’s suspiciously sweet,” she says.
“I contain multitudes.”
She laughs softly.
“I’m glad you called,” she admits.
That does something dangerous to my chest
“Good,” I say.“Because I’m calling to ask you out again.”
“Again?” she repeats.
“Yes.”
“I already went out with you once.”
“And it went very well,” I point out.
“That’s debatable.”
“It is not.”
She laughs again.
God, I like that sound.
“I’m serious,” I continue.“Second date. Your move.”
“My move?”
“Yes.”
“How is this my move?”
“Because,” I explain patiently,“I prepared options.”
There’s a pause.
“I don’t trust this already,” she says.
“You should,” I tell her.“It’s thoughtful.”
“Blake.”
“Yes?”
