After I get home from work, I set the paper with the number written down on it on my table. Should I just toss it? What if I call it and which ever one of them who had left it is genuinely nice. My shoulders shrug as I turn to walk down the hallway and into the bathroom where I wait for my shower to warm up.
After I've had my shower, I put on the most comfortable sweat pants I owned and turned on the tv to watch a few episodes of a tv show on the couch. This wouldn't be a comfy night without a glass of wine, I get up from my seat as I go to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine. It is just passed five pm and I figure it couldn't hurt to relax a little bit more. After sitting back on the couch and watching another episode I decide on pouring one more glass of wine.
After my second glass and twenty minutes in to watching a comedy movie about a cable guy, I was feeling pretty bold and daring. I get up from the couch as I walk over to the table and grab the paper with the number that had been written on it from my kitchen table as I grab my cellphone.
I dial the number as I smirk to myself, it couldn't hurt to call— why not? Four rings go by before a familiar and gruff voice answered.
"Hello?"
I pause before answering, what should I say? Who should I ask for, I don't even know which one left this number. "Hi, who is this?"
There was a pause and a soft chuckle. "You called me, so you tell me."
I decide on taking a wild guess. "Is this Paul?"
"How do you- Who is this?" He genuinely sounds confused and I try to stifle my giggle by biting down on my bottom lip for a moment.
Maybe he forget that he left his number on the table for me, he must be nervous or worried that I'll think it's weird that he left his number for me.
"This is Willow, from the diner. You left your number on the table." I hear what sounds like a smirk with a hint of a stifled laugh from the other line.
"Oh, hey. Milkshake girl, right? My apologies about the diner incident again. But, I didn't leave you my number..."
"Oh." I paused, unsure of what else to say and now feeling stupid for even calling. The other boys at the table probably left his number there as a prank...
"Well, this is embarrassing." I spoke, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called." I consider hanging up for a moment.
"What? No, don't be sorry. It's not every day I get a spontaneous phone call from someone like you."
I took a sip of my wine as I feel my cheeks get warm at his words.
"Did one of your friends leave me your number?" I ask curiously.
He doesn't answer right away, he pauses for a moment. "If I had to guess who it was, I would have to say, Jared." Paul replies. "So tell me about yourself, Willow."
Hearing my name from Paul's lips sounded so nice. I like the way he says it, I like the way it sounded—a smile began forming on my lips.
"Well, I just moved here to Forks about a month ago. I got lucky and found this apartment no thanks to my cousin hooking me up."
"Welcome to Forks." Paul's voice was friendly and kind. "Willow?"
"Hm?"
He seems to hesitate for a moment before speaking again. "Would you like to get a drink or get something to eat with me sometime?"
I can feel my heart skip with excitement and nervousness altogether. I didn't expect this phone call to go this well, I didn't expect Paul to ask me out, I didn't even expect an answer if I'm being honest with myself.
"That would be great." I smile to myself into the phone at Paul's offer to take me out.
"Great. I'll call you tomorrow, how does four pm sound?" Paul asks me in a hopeful tone.
"That sounds perfect, I'll talk to you tomorrow." I chirped.
"Talk to you tomorrow." His voice was so smooth and warm. I thought about his brown eyes and how warm they seemed when we had locked eyes in the diner tonight.
My mind flashed back to the way his expression after we had bumped into one another at the diner and the milkshake had spilled all over my work apron. Paul's expression had changed from embarrassment from the two of us crashing into one another and the milkshake spilling out to how he looked at me with complete adoration.
No one has ever looked at me like that before. I wasn't sure how to feel about it. Perhaps I have had a little too much wine and it is just the alcohol over exaggerating things and making me yet once more over analyze every detail that happens in my life. I tend to do that, I over analyze a lot of things that happen, I overthink just about everything as well.
Maybe Paul was only trying to innocently flirt with me tonight when he said he thought I was beautiful-He probably didn't even mean anything by it but to be polite or to subconsciously make up for the milkshake incident.
Maybe by taking me out he's still hoping to make up for bumping into me at the diner? It's been a long while since I've been out with anyone and I don't know how prepared I'll be- Hopefully we don't go anywhere too fancy, I can't afford to buy a new dress right now- I'm trying to save money.
But one little date couldn't hurt, maybe a nice friendship will come out of all of this and one day we can look back and laugh on how we met.
I decide it's probably time for me to finish my the rest of my wine and go to sleep. After I get ready for bed, I grab my comforter and decide to curl up on the couch with the tv playing softly in the background just for some noise.
My mind goes to Paul for a moment and I try to wonder which one Jared was that may have left his number on the table for me— I try to remember but I can't. As my eyes get heavy I fall into a deep a sleep with the warmth of my blanket and the tv playing in the background.
