33. Nate

THIRTY-THREE

NATE

I hesitate, my finger hovering over the screen.

I could just call her.

I have her phone number from her card.

But I want her to call me .

I want her to be the one to reach out.

And I could lie to myself about all the reasons why.

But it's simple.

I just want it.

I want her to push through whatever resistance is holding her back.

I want her attention.

I inhale. Then I press the submit button.