San Francisco, California USA
Him: Hi...Heather? It's um...it's me.
Him: I'm sorry I didn't call sooner.
Me: Oh, no, that's okay. Really. I just...wanted you to have my number. I'm sorry I ambushed you like that. I just...it doesn't matter. You're calling now. What's going on?
Him: Well, you gave me your phone number.
Me: Yeah, I did.
Him: So I assumed that meant you wanted me to call you.
Me: Yeah...it did.
Him: So what's going on?
Me: Really, I just wanted you to have it.
Him: But why?
Me: I just...wanted to know you.
Him: Oh. ...Where have you been all week, anyway?
Me: Afraid to show my face.
Him: Have you been going to class at all?
Me: Yeah. Just a little later than usual.
Him: To avoid me?
Me: I guess.
Him: But why?
Me: I wasn't sure how you'd look at me after what I did. I was embarrassed.
Me: I'm not usually so outgoing.
Me: I just...like you. I didn't want the semester to end without knowing you. I'm not good at just talking to people.
Him: Yeah, I noticed...
Me: This is a big thing for me. I've never done anything like that before. Really, at this point I'm just glad I did it. If you don't want to...
Him: Do you want to get some coffee or something some time?
Him: How about after your class tomorrow? I'll hang out.
Me: Okay. Yeah...sure.
Him: Great. Listen, I have to go now. But I'll see you tomorrow.
Me: I'll see you tomorrow.
Him: Alright. Bye, Heather.
Me: Bye. ...I'm really glad you called.
Him: Me too. Bye.