Emma

“Oh,” I say nervously, tucking a strand behind my ears, giving him a shy smile.

He draws closer. Tilt his head as his gaze runs through my body as if checking me out.

“I’d love to stay back and talk but I'm in a hurry. Can I have your number?” He lowers his voice as he asks politely.

“Sure,” I hand him my cell phone.

He stretches for it, his fingers brushing mine as he types his number, and slides it back to my hand.

“The name is Luck.”

I save his number. “I'm Emma.” Then I take his cellphone, type in mine and hand it back to him....