“Hello?” His voice echoed through the phone, unsure like he wasn't certain I had actually called.
“Are you available?” My voice was calm, contradicting my hitched breath and how I internally scolded myself for actually calling him.
“Yes?” There was no doubting his surprise.
“I want to get a drink, and I don't want to do so alone, so… will you meet me at the Holm’s bar?”
“Really? I mean, yeah. Yeah, of course I will.” From the sound of it, he was picking his keys.
So I hung up, drawing in a deep breath.
Gosh, that might be stupid, but I really needed someone to talk to at the moment.
To clear my thoughts more, I decided to take the twenty five minute stroll to the bar, not at all tired when I got there.
Dale was already waiting, so I sauntered over to where he sat, slipping to the
