After I dropped Newt and Emma home, I went back to my apartment and called Lindsay's brother.
'Hello, Max Walker from Max Walker Music here. How can I help you?' A scratchy voice said on the other side.
'Hey, Max. Look - I was at the wedding you sang at a week ago… Newt and Emma? Remember them? Anyway I met your sister and I wanted to contact her so Emma gave me this number and…'
'Hold up - you called to get across to my sister?'
'Um… yeah.'
'Typical. Hold on.'
Why was everyone saying typical to me today? I heard distant yelling on the line.
'LINDSAY! THERE'S A GUY ON THE PHONE FOR YOU!'
'GIVE ME A SECOND!'
My heart skipped a beat. That was Lindsay's voice.
Shuffling on the other side.
'Okay, here she is.'
I held my breath.
'Who may this be?' I heard Lindsay say.
I smiled to myself.
'It's Minho.'
Silence.
'Hey,' she said quietly. Then she laughed. 'Oh I'm so glad you called!'
'I can't believe I didn't get your number!' I laughed with her. 'Luckily Emma had your brother's business card.'
'Right, Emma,' Lindsay muttered. 'Minho - how do you feel about her? I saw the way you were looking at her at the wedding…'
'Oh - no, no,' I shook my head even though I knew she couldn't see me. 'Trust me, I don't feel anything for Emma anymore.'
It was true. Lindsay had made it true. As soon as I'd seen her she'd driven all romantic feelings for Emma right out of my brain.
'Okay,' Lindsay replied.
We were quiet for a second or two.
'I really like you, Lindsay,' I admitted. 'I really want to see you again.'
'I really like you too, Minho.'
Then she gave me her own phone number, and we hung up. I called her one second later.
