85. Telephone Conversation

"I want to talk to you."

"Why can't you just tell me now?" Her voice sounded annoyed.

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to pull something intangible out--not that she could see the gesture. "Because..."

"Because what?" The voice snapped in his ear.

He kicked up the leaves on the ground--perhaps in the vain hope that answers lay under them. But there was nothing there besides plain old sidewalk. There was nothing in his phone but just a voice.

"Well?"

Her voice.

"What is it?"

But it was still only a voice.

"I need to talk to you."

Click.