Her phone rang. She leaned back against her car, reached into her bag, and pulled out her cell. She looked at the caller. Then she flipped it open. "Hello?"

"I've a confession. My name isn't Jonah. It's Alex. I really enjoyed the time I spent with you." I told her, holding the phone, but talking directly to her.

"I did too," she said softly.

"But it was a little crowded. I'd love to get together sometime, just you and me." I pushed.

"Really?" she asked.

"Oh. Most definitely."

"You know, you're calling back a little late. I'd pretty much given up on you."

"I am sorry. Why not let me...