He hadn't even called her. He wished he could. In fact that was the only thing he wanted to do these days. Everything else was a distraction from that. But he knew that it wouldn't be right to call her. and he was scared that it wouldn't be as good as he imagined. because in his imagination the conversation would be fluid and just right.
He kept playing with the paper cup with the phone number on it. It looked nice. It wasn't a user name on some online platform. Just 10 digits. It felt anonymous and very personal at the same time.
The sound of the rain hitting the earth was nice. This was the first time Pete sat in his room without any video playing. He had thought about watching the channel where the guy talks about fixing cars until they get 300 or 400 thousand miles, but instead he had gotten distracted by the cup. And it was only after sitting there for an hour that he realized how much he liked the sound of rain. Yes. He didn't need videos playing all day. In the distance he could hear Mary Beth's Korean drama, some voices screaming at each other in Korean. A smile came over Pete's face.
He kept playing with the paper cup with the phone number on it. It looked nice. It wasn't a user name on some online platform. Just 10 digits. It felt anonymous and very personal at the same time.
The sound of the rain hitting the earth was nice. This was the first time Pete sat in his room without any video playing. He had thought about watching the channel where the guy talks about fixing cars until they get 300 or 400 thousand miles, but instead he had gotten distracted by the cup. And it was only after sitting there for an hour that he realized how much he liked the sound of rain. Yes. He didn't need videos playing all day. In the distance he could hear Mary Beth's Korean drama, some voices screaming at each other in Korean. A smile came over Pete's face.