“Hey, can I get your phone number?” “Oh. Um. I’m not–” “It’s not like that. I, um …. I have a boyfriend?” A lopsided smile slanted his lips as he scratched the back of his head. Idiot, I silently chided myself. I somehow had to pry myself from the mindset that every guy who asked for my number was looking for a hookup. “Right. Sorry, um, yes.”
All this time I assumed she didn't have a phone
