I held the phone to my ear nervously. Zane had dialed Brandon's number which he got from Jack the man he was with before they left the cafe. My palms are sweaty out of nervousness. I have never asked anyone out for a date and now just because of my stupidity, I have to ask a guy out. I feel so gay.
"Hello," Brandon greeted as the call went through. I remained silent unsure of what to say in such a situation.
"Hello," he said again. "I'm hanging up the phone if you don't want to talk."
"No wait," I said before he cut the call. "I wanted to talk to you," I added.
"Reiner," he called out. How does he know it is me when I haven't introduced myself to him yet? I ask myself.
"Yes, it's me. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime."
"Hang out? Like on a date?" he asks and I say yes.
"When and where?"
"I don't know yet, I thought of asking you first."
"How about in an hour at the park," he says and I agree not having another option.