<<“I gotta go. Call me , love.” He turns away and leaves. “But I don’t have-“ “Check your pocket!” he winks and continues his way. I search for my pocket and find a peace of papper. “Call me , love.” It read and had his number on it. Of course. That’s so cheesy but so cute at the same time. This will be the start of something beautiful.>> Or will it not?All Rights Reserved