“You don’t bring your phone with you? How do you check messages or do … Anything?” No wonder Adam can’t get around, Blyre thinks, he’s basically a helpless old man. He feels bad for the comparison, but he can’t say it doesn’t seem accurate. He sounds confused and concerned. “Like, order an Uber? Or use maps? Or…” Or anything.
“Well, I was going to ask for your number, but I don’t think it’d do me much good.” He says with a teasing smile, wondering briefly if this was a bad time to get his number. He found Adam fascinating, some times even his fast paced city nonsense got boring and he wanted a change of pace. “Y'know, I could teach you how to text and stuff. You’d be a pro.”
At the mention of the woman, his eyes flick back. “Maybe not. I dunno, I think it depends on who her service is with. Mine are usually okay.” When he remembered to pay his bill, that was. “Oh, I hope it’s a big dog. Big dogs are so cute. Like, a Rottweiler? Or a Great Dane? Y'know, one that’s basically a horse? … Probably a little tea cup dog though. She seems like the type.”
PHONES FEEL ODD IN THE HANDS OF SOMEONE LIKE ADAM. he knows how to use his phone to an acceptable degree , but he never uses it for anything outside of calling people or taking grainy pictures of things he sees.
‘ i don’t , i guess , ’ adam answers. ‘ i just kind of go through things the , uh , long way. it’s not too bad ! i don’t think it’s too bad. you could have my number , though. you seem busy , but i hope it could come in handy one day. ’
it takes only a moment for adam to find a pen in one of his pants pockets. it only takes a few more for him to write down his phone number and name in small , looped letters and numbers with decidedly even spacing between them.
as he checks over his own writing to make sure it’s legible , he smiles at the thought of the woman once more. ‘ i have a big dog at home. not too big , but big enough to knock you down if you’re not careful. do , uh — i hope this isn’t too personal — do you have a dog at home ? you seemed like the kind of person to prefer cats. ’
exhaling , adam turns his eyes to blyre after glancing over the slip of paper a few more times. ‘ it’s fine if it’s on paper , right ? ’ uncertain hands begin to fold the paper into halves. ‘ you’d be okay with that ? i don’t know how you’d put it in your phone. ’