The Phone CallMature


I think I might've kind of blushed, or else let out a silly little giggle. Or maybe even both, because Leo started looking at me with that endearing smile of his, and I knew it was probably because I'd done something really stupid.

"Like...when?" I asked, because I didn't really know what else to say.

"Tomorrow evening. We can go to some fancy American restaurant and talk about American things." He smiled.

I blushed again and shrugged. "Yeah, that sounds fine." No, not fine. "That actually sounds...amazing, actually," I said, then berated myself for using the word "actually" twice in one sentence. "Where should we go?"

"You decide. I don't know many places around here. What kind of food do you like the most?" Seeing my confusion, he clarified himself. "I mean, do you like American, Italian, Chinese...?"

"I don't care. I really don't. What kind of food do you like?"

Leonardo opened his mouth to respond, but just then, the home phone rang. I sighed and got up from the couch. Of all the stupid times for a phone to ring! I hesitated, then shrugged. "Sorry. I should probably get it, since Mom's" - I glanced out the window and saw that the street was empty - "not home yet."

Picking up the phone from its holder, I glanced at the caller ID. Weird. Wasn't that the number of the guy who was in charge of Leo's foreign exchange program? I wondered if it was a call for Leonardo.

I hit "Talk" and put the phone up to my ear. "Hello?"

The End

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