Both of them parked. In one of those moments that everyone think they’ll be ready for, she made her best attempt to sound relaxed and tried to invite him for dinner the following day. She could hear herself speak, as if being a third person witnessing the situation, hearing every single word slowly coming out of her mouth. She was feeling her heart beating in her chest, full of fear. Once she extended her invitation, time seemed to freeze. All she could remember from his answer was: Sorry, I can’t, call me later at this number and we’ll try to meet again.
From there he simply got into his car, and drove away, leaving her on the side of the road with a small piece of paper with ten digits written on it and a name. She just realized she never even asked for his name, but now she knew.