Guilt and indecision swell in my throat. We’ve been around each other plenty of times now, so if he were going to remember me, it would have happened already, and he is only asking for a phone call. There’s no risk, right? A little voice in the back of my mind screams wrong, that something about his asking feels intimate, but apparently that voice isn’t loud enough, because I agree, and then I get up and get my day started. Who knows, maybe he’ll forget.
What?
