High Voltage/Talk to Noah
From Create Your Own Story
Noah looked nice enough. I swallowed my tomato, "I'm Lauren," I said.
He smiled, revealing a set of brilliantly white teeth. I guess he was attractive, although it was tough to apply that adjective to men. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and skin still tan from the summer vacation only a few weeks earlier.
"What are you majoring in?" he asked.
And so begins the prying, I thought. "History and Philosophy," I answered. "I want to become a lawyer."
He waited for a moment, probably for me to ask about him. After I stayed silent, he told me anyway, "I'm in Accounting."
I racked my brain, "My father and both my brothers are accountants."
"You didn't want to enter the family business?" he asked.
I thought back to my conversation with Lauren the night before. "More like they didn't want me." I was done eating my salad, I gathered my things and stood up.
"Hey, where are you going?" he asked.
"I've got to work," I said.
He pulled out his phone, "At least give me your number before you go."
Should I:
