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YN POV
Lying on the bed, I couldn't help but stare at the number Diane had given me. It felt surreal, almost like a dream. Why would she give me her phone number? I pondered over the possibilities, my mind racing with thoughts and questions.
The image of Diane looking at me flashed in my mind, causing my cheeks to flush with embarrassment. Did she give me her number because she was interested in me? The mere thought sent a surge of excitement tingling through my body. Or perhaps there was a deeper reason, something related to the crimson paw file.
Exhaling deeply, I placed the piece of paper on the nightstand, hoping to put the thoughts aside and get some rest. But my brain had other plans, taunting me with its incessant chatter. "Are you going to sleep now?" it questioned, almost mocking me.
"Yes, shut up," I muttered in frustration, desperately trying to quiet my racing thoughts. "She gave you her number for a reason," my brain persisted, its words piercing through the silence of the room. Suddenly, my eyes flew open, wide with realization.
Without wasting another moment, I threw off the covers and reached for my phone. The urge to call Diane overwhelmed me, my curiosity too strong to ignore. I dialed her number, my fingers trembling with anticipation as each digit was entered.
As the phone rang, my heart pounded in my chest. I nervously chewed on my bottom lip, the suspense building with every passing second. Finally, on the other end, I heard her voice, a mix of surprise and warmth.
"Hello?" Diane's voice echoed through the phone, sending a thrill down my spine.
"Hi, it's me," I replied, my voice betraying a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. I held my breath, waiting for her response. There was a brief pause, filled with anticipation. Then, Diane spoke again, her tone hinting at a certain level of expectation. "Oh, I've been waiting for your call. I wanted to talk to you too."
"Is it about the crimson paw? Do you need Intel?" I asked, assuming that we were on the same page, both seeking answers and information. "Actually, no," Diane replied, her voice carrying a different tone than I had expected. "I was hoping if we could... talk. Get to know each other." Her words caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and intrigue.
As I listened to her, I heard a faint splashing sound in the background. "Am I interrupting something?" I asked, trying to make sense of the situation. "Oh, no! You actually caught me while I'm in the bath, but... ignore what I said," she responded, her laughter carrying a hint of nervousness.
I chuckled, feeling at ease. "Well, what would you like to know about me?" I asked, trying to match her level of openness. "I'm actually not good at long conversations."
Diane's voice became more relaxed as she replied, "It doesn't seem so back at the party. So, what are you doing now?" Her curiosity sparked my own, and I found myself drawn to the conversation with her.
