What hope is hidden in your heart…What dream do you desire?
-"Whatever You Want" by James J. Metcalfe-

Jonathan was pulling on a crisp white shirt when his cell phone began to ring from atop his nightstand. He glanced at the clock quickly as he grabbed the object and flipped it open. Who would be calling him at six-thirty in the morning? He didn't recognize the number, but he held it up to his ear anyway.

"Hello?"

His eyes went wide at the voice that timidly spoke after his short greeting, "Dr. Crane? Uh, good morning."

Becky?

Scarecrow's excitement shot through him, but he reigned in his emotions and spoke calmly, "Good morning to you, Ms. Albright. I must say, this is unexpected."

"I know," her voice clearly revealed her embarrassment and Jonathan could almost picture her movements—her head falling forward and her curls coming to shade her eyes as her cheeks colored. "I hope I'm not bothering you."

"Of course not, I was just…getting ready to come in. Do you need me to pick up something for you or anything?"

He heard her sharp intake of her breath, the sign that she was about to ask him something she was hesitant to. He tilted his head and began to button up his shirt as he waited on her request.

"My car's still in the shop. They said it'll probably be fixed this afternoon, but I was wondering…if you didn't live too far from me if you'd mind picking me up. It's totally fine if you do, I can call a cab."

Oh, this is too good. You can't pass this up, Jonny. We live only a few miles away. Tell her we'll get her.

'I intend to.' Jonathan smiled as he flicked the last button through its hole and began looking for his tie. "I live only a few minutes away, Ms. Albright. It's no trouble, but," he quickly channeled Scarecrow, "I must ask for a favor if I do this." He heard Scarecrow snicker in glee at the thought that was running through his head.

"Um, okay?" Her voice was uncertain and a little frightened. Jonathan laughed at her unnecessary worry.

"If I take you work then you must allow me to take you out to lunch today."

"Alright," he could picture the flush on her face and the smile on her lips.

He spotted his tie hanging on his mirror and grabbed his phone once to straighten his posture, "Good, I'll see you in about ten minutes, traffic willing."

"Thank you, Dr. Crane."

"Jonathan, Becky. You can call me Jonathan."

"Okay. See ya in a few, Jonathan." She replied with a smile in her voice.

Atta boy, Jonny!

He clicked the phone shut.