The phone ringing surprises Alice. She’d been working, translating ancient manuscripts into other languages, and she’d been absorbed. She doesn’t recognise the number on her phone and answers, hoping it isn’t some scam call trying to sell her something or ask her if she’s been in an accident.
“Hello?” Alice asks.
“Hello, this is Lily from the art show. Do you remember me?” Lily asks in her soft but slightly husky voice.
It’s been three days since the art show, and Alice has thought of little else, but she doesn’t want to sound too keen and scare Lily off.
“I remember you. Bastian told me he picked up his painting yesterday. He’s still very impressed, as am I,” Alice says, and she feels like she’s in high school, trying to act cool on the phone to a cute girl.
“Would you be free this w
