~Call me~
Kentrell looked at the small sticky note, turning it around and around because where was the phone number? He didn't know. After looking at the note for a minute longer, Ken went upstairs in search of his phone.
" Perhaps she put it in my phone somehow. At least I hope."
With his phone in his hand, he searched high and low but he didn't see any new information of any kind so he gave up his pursuit.
Ken sat on his bed staring hard at the bright blue piece of paper, wishing it would somehow transform and more writing would appear. But the longer he stared the more his eyes crossed and he began to resent the piece of paper in his hand.
"Ugh, what to do?" He sat back on his bed, back to the mattress, upset with himself for not taking the initiative to ask for her contact information before they did anything. But no he just had to be polite now look at him. Stuck and alone as usual.
