Blondie’s coy response was, “There’s only one way I know of.”
“And what way is that?”
“By picking up that napkin. My phone number is on it.”
Sure enough, when Richard picked up the white square, there was a phone number written on it way neater than their current drunken state should have allowed. Just as the man was disappearing out of the bar door, Richard shouted, “Hey! I didn’t catch your name!”
The blond man shouted something Richard couldn’t quite make out through the haze of beer and rum coursing through his system. In his drunken stupor, he’d only managed to write down Rain on the napkin that held the phone number. When he woke up with the mother of all hangovers, he put Blondie’s number in his phone under the name of Rain. It stayed that way, even after Richard found out his n
