"I can do that," she says nodding into the phone. Her fingers are curled around the cord as she glances around. Her place isn't that dirty, but she's glad she has some time to pick up.

"I guess I'll see you when you get here," she says. "Tell Andy, I won't keep you long."

There's the faint flutter of butterflies in her stomach, or nerves. The first seems slightly more manageable. This is the first time she's been quite so bold, but then again there's no use in waiting for what you want to come to you when you can go after it. At least that's what her dad had always said.

"See you soon."