Ren found herself pacing by her phone. Not really knowing what to do. She wanted to call Matt, but didn't want to seem to forward. She finally found the strength to dial the number but lost confidence when Randy answered the phone.
" Yeah," Randy said over the line.
" Randy? Hey its Ren and I was just thinking how we haven't had a heart to heart in forever and a day," Ren said in a chipper way.
"Ren, we haven't had a heart to heart ever. What do you want to know about him?" Randy in a serious matter of frank way.
" Whatever are you talking about?" Ren said, still trying to play the fool.
" Matt that's whatever it is I'm talking about," Randy said, sort of frustrated.
" Everything you can possibly tell me is what I want to know," Ren replied finally.
" Well, his birthday is June 18th. His favorite color is red. He basically worships at the feet of all that is, ugh, Linkin Park. Which I don't get. His favorite baseball team is the Atlanta Braves, which is actually a smart move on his behalf. He digs on soccer and rugby and totally hates the NFL. Although, he does like Notre Dame football, but who doesn't? He used to play the drums, but got really lazy. And he is a real pain in the rear who is a total jerk and I don't see why you are pursuing him. But anyways, that's your choice. That's the basics and I'll let you figure out the rest yourself," Randy said. Finishing in a breathless voice.
" Okay, so I think I've got it," Ren said.
" Okay, cool. I've got a call on the other line so I've got to let you go. Catch ya at school," Randy said as she clicked the end button on the phone.