The phone rang loudly in Zooey’s ear. She blinked up at the ceiling that was illuminated with the bright morning light that came in from the open window and realized that she had fallen asleep on the sofa again.

“Yeah,” she said answering the phone.

“Hi,” a nervous voice answered back, “Is this Zooey?”

“I’m pretty sure it is,” she replied groggily as she got up to look out the window.

“Listen,” the voice continued, “This is Nasa…the guy from last night?”

“Oh yeah, I was hoping you would call me, I mean,er, us. I’m guessing you didn’t smoke my number after all,” she said as he laughed.

“I was wondering,” he said nervously, “If maybe you guys were free tonight?”

“We’re always free,” Zooey said confidently, “That’s what’s great about never having a schedule. Why don’t you stop by sometime tonight, I did give you the address.”

“Oh, right, yeah,” Nasa replied, “I will.” Zooey could almost hear him smiling throught the reciever.

“Great, see you later then,” Zooey said hanging up.