?: Is this Piper?
Me: It is. Who's this?
?: Oh, good. It's Titus.
My heart drops. Kelly must have given him my number. I'll have to have a talk with her later. Not that I'm too mad about it, but still. I add him as a contact in my phone, knowing I'll need to make an appointment for my touch up anyway. At least, that's what I'm telling myself.
Me: Hi, Titus!
Oh god. Should I have put that exclamation mark? Does it make me look eager? Too late now.
Titus: How's the hand today? They can be a kind of tender the next day.
Me: A little tender, but not too bad.
Titus: Good, good. So, I have an opening next Thursday. Would that be a good day for you? It would be in the evening.
Me: Sure, that's perfect.
Titus: Great. I got you down. See you then.
Me: Thanks.
So yeah, it was only about the tattoo. This is why I should never get my hopes up. I mean, what did I really think he was going to say?
I grab my purse, toss my phone inside, and head to work. At least I have Saturday to look forward to.