"Human," he said.
"I forgot what my own laugh sounds like," he said. "Until just now."
"Uh—" Leo cleared his throat. "I found your number. On a flyer."
The flyer was wet, plastered to the payphone glass like a dead leaf. Leo peeled it off out of boredom. Scrawled in purple marker were seven digits and the words: Download - -Movies4u.Vip-.For.A.Good.Time.Call...
He was thirty-seven, divorced, and had just spent his Friday night fixing a leak under his sink. His definition of "a good time" had shrunk to a dry sink and eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. Still, he pocketed the number.
"I don't know."
A pause. Then a short, sharp laugh. "Oh, God. The purple marker one? My friend Jenna thinks she's a comedian." "Human," he said
"So… this isn't for…"
The good time, he realized, wasn't what he'd been looking for.
Another pause, longer this time. "What's a five-letter word for 'desperate but curious'?" "I found your number
It was what he'd found instead.
"Exactly," she said. "We figure it out together."
Nora didn't answer right away. Then: "Seven-letter word for 'starting over.'"
For a good time, call.