“Sure. You can always tell me how you feel,” she declared.

“That is good to hear. What about you? Will you always call to check on me?”

She looked up and saw a strange look on his face. She lowered her gaze and answered, “I will.”

“I like that. You can take my number,” he said and called out his number.

She punched it into her phone, dialed it, and waited for it to ring.

“That is me calling you,” she informed him, and admired his expensive phone.

Hr smiled broadly and ...