He didn’t really know what to do with the number. If they tracked his online usage they’d see his call to her and it’d ruin everything. Or she knew that and it was a fake number. More of I see you thing. Maybe it’d be something else. He thought about looking it up but that’d be the same.
So he thought of a story. Something that he was looking for a toaster, trying to buy a toaster offline. Then he could feign innocence if they ever came back.
He wondered if it was more symbolic. He could maybe try to talk to her there. He looked at it again, and it was a weird number. Seemed more like a date and it was a date and time. Maybe she got off then or a break he thought.
He had a day now. It was the next morning if he was right. He would go back then. A bit earlier even just to see if he was right.
So he thought of a story. Something that he was looking for a toaster, trying to buy a toaster offline. Then he could feign innocence if they ever came back.
He wondered if it was more symbolic. He could maybe try to talk to her there. He looked at it again, and it was a weird number. Seemed more like a date and it was a date and time. Maybe she got off then or a break he thought.
He had a day now. It was the next morning if he was right. He would go back then. A bit earlier even just to see if he was right.