The fist call was like the first email: short and sweet.
I answered the phone as I was on my way out of the parent’s house. I usually don’t go on Wednesday evenings, generic because I’d be sitting in traffic longer than I’d actually be at home. However, sales Adrian and Lori were holding their last BBQ Wednesday night dinner and I couldn’t miss out.
We didn’t talk too much. I’d hung up before even getting to the 10/60 interchange (about 15 minutes away). He had to prepare things for work the next day. “I’ll call you before I return to LA on Friday, order ” he said as we said our goodbyes.
On Thursday evening, I went to a cheese party hosted by some friends from my program. Everyone took some fancy, stinky cheese. I picked up some queso fresco at La Superior while I was at home the night before. I also packed along some aguacate and tortillas because queso fresco doesn’t go well with crackers.
Sometime during the party, I heard my phone ring. It was him. Eek!
I slipped out to the small garden/courtyard at my friend’s apartment complex so I could have some privacy and quiet.
This time, the call wasn’t short. If he didn’t have to go to work the next day and my cell phone battery was not dying, I could have talked to him for hours. We made plans to go to a comedy show with the mutual contact, the Saturday night party hostess and several of her friends on Sunday night.
By the time I hung up with him, the party had died down and the last guests were leaving. I grabbed what was left of my cheese and tortillas, said goodbye to the hostess, and walked with N to his truck.
As we walked to the truck, I heard a beep in my bag. I had a text message.
Talking to u was the perfect end to my day
I swooned. Seriously. If Yeah-Yeah was around, he’d be calling me out like he called out Squints, “Yeah, yeah! You was swooning!”
I showed N the message. Although he’s prone to crass jokes and “that’s what she said” comments, even he couldn’t suppress an “aww.”
“What should I say? Something funny?” I asked.
“No, keep it sweet,” he suggested.
“Okay,” I said as I switched the predictive text from English to Spanish and typed out my one word response.