“Maybe you’ll see her again elsewhere,” Ren suggested. “No maybe about it.” Donald reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. “On Monday, we exchanged numbers. As soon as my standby duty is done, I’m calling her up and asking her to get coffee.” His face, already pale, lost a few more shades. “Oh crap, I’m going to have to ask her out if I want to see her again, aren’t I?” Ren put a reassuring arm over his friend’s back and patted him on the shoulder. “On the plus side, now fighting criminals doesn’t seem so scary, does it?”
