As I wake up the next day, I'm overwhelmed with thoughts of agreeing to go on a date with Conor. Am I not crossing the line?

All I wanted was to have fun. I realize it's high time I left this hotel. Not that I couldn't afford it, but I need to be wise about my spending.

My phone starts ringing, and without looking at the caller ID, I pick it up.

Placing it to my ear, I say hello, but there's only silence, just breathing on the other side. "Hello?" I repeat, impatience creeping into my tone. Still no answer.

Frustrated, I hissed and dropped the phone. Whoever it...