“If it’s not, I’ll make them open it. We’ll have it all to ourselves.”
His earnest manner beguiled her. “All right, James. You and me. The planetarium on Tuesday.”
“Awesome. See you there.” He had an extra skip to his step as he walked out. The women teased Gwen for daring to decry that man as her boyfriend.
Five minutes later, James came running back in.
“Your number!” Gwen had been pouring a new patron his drink. “I need your number!”
She told him he could have it if they ever went on a second date.
Seven years later, her number had yet to change, and James could recite it off the top of his head.