She Calls Me

She called me the same night I called her. I was still awake. "Hey," she said. I said, "It's 1:30 in the morning." "I know," she said, "I thought you might be worried about those calls." "Well, I'm just not good on the phone," I said (not true). She laughed. "It's okay." We talked for two hours. She told me later she saved the calls and listened to them over and over because she found me so "endearing."