I didn't hear from Dan the next day, nor the following. I'd almost given up hope I would until Monday morning between my Musical Theory class and Composition when my phone vibrated in my desk drawer.
"Hello?" I answered the cell as I gathered my things to go to the lecture hall.
"Lissa?"
"This is she."
"Hey. It's Dan."
I hadn't recognized the phone number since I didn't have his name in my contacts. "Hi. I didn't expect to hear from you." My tone wasn't ugly, more detached, even though I was secretly thrilled to have him on the other line. I'd been manhandled too many times in the past-I wouldn't welcome it again. My defenses were up, my inner-security back on high alert.
"I'm sorry. I had hoped we could go out Saturday night. When I got home, I crashed. I didn't even change clothe
