Ask for her number.

“I’m feeling better,” she says. “Thanks so much for helping me, I’m lucky that I bumped into you.”

“Or unlucky, depending on how you look at it,” you say with a wink. She stands up to go, but you grab her hand to hold her back. “Hey, I think your really nice, and I was hoping we could maybe hang out together sometime. Think I could get your number?”

She gives you an overly serious look. “As long as you promise not to knock me over again!”

“I promise!”

“Alright, deal.” You both take out your phones and exchange numbers. She gives you a hug and you part ways.

As you walk out towards a different exit, you notice a pink bag on the floor. Tina must have left it behind, you think to yourself. You pick it up and snap a photo of it from the outside. You send Tina the pic when you get to your car.

“Forgetting something?” you add to the text.

You drive home and bring the bags to your room. Your phone died on the ride home, so you plug it in and put the bags in your closet. You have dinner with your parents, play some video games, then go up to your room and check your phone. You see three messages from Tina:

“Thanks so much! Please don’t look inside!”, and...

“Hello?”, and...

“OMG I’m so embarrassed. Write back!”