Samuel Emerson One Shots

Phone Number

The cold autumn wind whistled through the Townsquare, it shook me to my very core but I was used to it nowadays my body had grown accustomed to the cold. I could feel the Cobblestones through the soles of my old shoes, I finished up my piece of Romeo and Juliet doing a small bow to the crowd that had gathered around me hearing the small applause come from them. 

I sat on my little box and nodded to the few people who threw me down some money all of it One's great dad's going to be mad I go home with this I saw a twenty fall to the floor and I was shocked looking up seeing who had dropped it, the last person still stood around me.

A girl. 

She looked my age in a sweet little blue dress, space leggings, and black ankle boots.

She smiled at me zipping up her little fox purse she gave me a little wave before she put her purse in her backpack and hurried off down the road toward the bus stop I often saw the college kids using.

I blushed a little gathering my money up and counting the dollars I got noticing something special about the twenty she gave me

Her phone number written on it with a little heart 

I couldn't help the blood rushing to my cheeks I glanced to the bus stop and saw the bus just arriving she saw me and blew me a little kiss before she climbed on the bus and it quickly headed off down the street.

"Oh fuck. I don't have a mobile phone" I groaned as it just hit me the problem, damn it, she was cute! 

Wait! change! I dug though everything I had collected today at all the change I had gathered I can call her from a payphone!