He doesn’t answer. Instead, he lets it ring for a few more seconds before ending the call. He hands your phone back to you. “I’ll see you tomorrow for the meeting. Do you want to share a cab again?”
“Um, sure?”
He smiles at you. “Cool.”
You decide to concentrate on getting the cab door open so he can’t see the embarrassingly goofy grin that’s spreading across your face.
“See you tomorrow,” you say, stepping onto the sidewalk. He waves and you shut the door.
You’re walking through the hotel lobby when you feel your phone vibrate. You look down to see a text message from a number you don’t have saved in your contacts: I still think it’d be pretty cool to keep my name as the main character. But you have to promise that I don’t have to wait with everyone else to know how the story ends.
You smile like an idiot as you read it. Then you text back: And if I don’t keep your name?
Another message comes through by the time you get back to your room: Then two years’ worth of internet stalking me will have been all for nothing ;)
Let your fantasies take over!