Finally, he deposits her into the car and comes back to the building. As he approaches, he hands me a slip of paper with thick, block writing on it. “Here you go. He thinks you’re cute. He wants you to call. See how easy that was?”
“What’s his name?” I ask, following Joel into the building.
Joel shrugs. “I didn’t ask him that. Call him and find out yourself.”
I didn’t ask him that… “Jesus, Joel! What the hell am I going to say?” I want to know. “My name is Noah, what’s yours?”
Joel shrugs again. “Sounds good to me. It’s best to find it out early on, you know? Cause when you ask the morning after, they usually don’t like that.”
I slap the back of his head as we get into the elevator, but I can’t stop grinning. At least I have the guy’s number. He thinks I’m cute. Well, damn.
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