ETHAN
There I stood, her words echoing in my ears for a moment. I didn't know why, but I was sure that we would never speak again. There was something about the way she spoke to me the day we met. There was a sort of permanence to her exit, and now I was beyond shocked to hear that she was reaching out.
Oh, this was a crazy day already!
"Hello," she repeated, her voice still calm. "Do you remember me?"
Clearing my throat, I said, "It's a little hard to forget you."
She chuckled, her voice fading over the phone for a moment. "I understand. I often have that effect on people."
Seeing that I was much calmer, I asked, "Why did you call me?"
"I can't say much over the phone. We have to meet."
"Okay," I let out. "At the shop?"
"No, no, no," she protested and then paused. "Okay, screw it
