Call Monique

It was by far the most riskiest decision but also the one with the most mystery behind it. Calling Monique could completely backfire, maybe she wouldn’t be interested, she could have just done this for a joke.

Fuck it, he thought to himself. Mark picked up his phone and looked at the mobile number that was listed next to Monique’s name. Without hesitation, he dialled in her number and waited for a response.

Ten seconds had passed, no answer. Mark let it ring all the way until it her answering machine. She wasn’t picking up.

Fuck. He thought about just bailing and calling up Ali or Winter. Instead, Mark put his phone in his pocket and continued the rest of his day, not worrying about the date.

Waiting it out turned to be the right move as Mark received a call in the late afternoon, just before dinner. Picking it up, he heard a slightly unfamiliar light female voice, it was Monique.

“Hey, sorry for the late call, this is Mark yeah? You were on my Valentine results list thing?”

“Yeah that’s me, thanks for calling me back, I was just ringing to see if you were interested in hanging out or something tomorrow.”

A slight pause and then Monique replied, “Yeah sure, It’s going to be warm tomorrow, did you want to come with me to Flemington beach?”

“Sounds good to me, around noon?” he asked back, excited by her response.

“Yep. Sweet. Just meet me outside West Hall at 12 tomorrow and I’ll drive us, anyways, got to run. See you tomorrow!”

“Bye Monique,” he said, hanging up the phone and giving a bit of a fist pump.

It was official, he had a date at the beach on a lovely Saturday afternoon.