"Well, did you get his number?!" he asked, excited for her progress at getting out to be seen, editing the 'crush status' list and perhaps finding a new one to add to the list.
"No!" she laughed. "I was playing "peripheral offence." We showed up, talked to the band and had to leave at 11:30. It was past our bedtime. He didn't get a chance to ask for my number. But he could certainly get a hold of it by other means if he wanted to..."
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