Tristan dialed the number he had come to memorize during that past week. He had meant to call sooner but every time the first ring came, he hung up. He was a wimp. He admitted it to himself. So that morning he decided that he was going to call her, no excuses this time.
Rory sat up suddenly when she heard her phone ring, Sixteen Candles forgotten. Jumping up from the couch she frantically searched for the lost phone. Finally she lifted the magazines off the floor and found the phone. Picking it up, she hit the talk button.
" Hello?"
" Is Rory there?"
" Who's this?"
" Tristan."
" Hey Tristan."
" Hey Rory. What's up?"
" Nothing, you?"
" Same here."
Silence crossed the lines as they wondered what to say next.
" So…" Rory said.
" Rory?"
" Tristan?"
" What are you doing tonight?"
" Depends."
" On?"
" On why you're asking."
" I want to do something with you tonight."
" What?"
" A movie and dinner."
" When?"
" Six."
" Okay."
" Really?"
" Ask again and it's a no."
" Okay."
" Okay."
" See you at six. We'll talk then."
" Six and maybe we'll talk."
" No we will talk."
" Whatever."
" Bye Rory."
" Bye Tristan."
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