I left her a voicemail while I was outside and it was gray and cold and windy. She called me back while I was in the library, but I needed to leave anyway. She was on the way home from a movie, trying to get back before winter fell, so she could sit and enjoy the rest of her evening in a warm, dry place. We talked about old friends and impossible things we did and our general awesomeness among other things. We’d sent her flowers earlier in the day and she’d texted me but now she said in person on the phone that they were beautiful and colorful, which is exactly what I’d hoped for.
She had a little smile in her voice when she said it, which was the other thing I’d hoped for, and constituted the best part of the day.
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