A Little Pizzazz
Agree:
"Uh...yeah...sure!" Bella winced, at the sound of her voice.
"Do you have a piece of paper?" he asked, fishing a pen out of his pocket.
"I..um..." she began patting down her pockets, looking for anything.
Would it be too much if I asked him to write his number on my forearm? Perhaps if I promised to not get it tattooed there later?
"Aha!" she said, pulling her crumpled receipt from Starbucks out of her pocket where she had hastily shoved it, along with the change.
He grinned and took the paper from her, using his knee to write his name and number on it. He handed it back to her.
"I finish up with my agent tomorrow around 2pm, give me a call after then?" he asked, sounding hesitant.
"Sounds like a plan, Stan," Bella grinned, despite the nonsense coming out of her mouth.