He and I walked down T Street toward each other, and both turned the same way heading north toward U Street. He was holding a bottle of wine and had a very heavy looking backpack strapped on him. I was right behind him until he veered off toward his apartment. He was obviously in a hurry.
When he pulled his keys out of a side pocket of his backpack and jumped up the stairs to his building in one swift move, he didn’t see the piece of paper that fell out on to the ground. It fluttered back and forth like a leaf until it landed right in front of me on the brick sidewalk.
It said: Lauren. (202) XXX-XXXX.
I yelled up to him, “Hey, you dropped something. Do you need this paper?” He looked confused for a split second, until his face formed a look of relief I haven’t seen since 1999, when my then-boyfriend only saw one pink line show up in the window.
He said, “Thank you. Oh my God, thank you so much.”
I said, “No problem. I saw it had a phone number on it. Figured you might need it.”
He thanked me again.
I rounded the corner on to U Street and just before I was out of sight, I heard him yell one more time, “Thank you so much.”
He’s welcome. And he better call you.
Wishing Happy Relationships For All of Dupont Circle,
Velvet in Dupont