Terry and Gene 5

A couple of weeks passed. Terry hadn't forgotten about the meeting with Gene. Far from it. But she figured he wasn't going to call her. She wasn't really surprised or disappointed as she wasn't exactly the musicians' girlfriend type. She was short and dumpy with brown hair, brown eyes and glasses. Nothing like the trophies that were usually on a rock star's arm.
Monday night she was mulling this over as she got ready for bed. Just as she laid down, the phone rang. Startled, she picked up the receiver and promptly dropped it on the floor.

"Hello?" she said after retrieving it.

"Terry?" a man's voice asked.

"Yes?"

"It's Gene."

"Oh, hi!" she said and sat up on the edge of the bed.

"Did I wake you?"

"No. I'm just a dork and I dropped the phone. How are you?

"I'm OK. Do you have a lot of deliveries to make tomorrow?"

"O-only one." I can't believe I just stuttered.

"You wanna meet for lunch?"

Terry took a deep breath. "Sure. I was planning on making the delivery at ten in the morning."

"Cool. Do you know where Franco's is?"

Terry knew where Franco's was. In the most expensive hotel in the city.

"Yes."

"Wanna meet there at two?"

"OK. Two at Franco's tomorrow." She repeated, stunned. Good thing I just got paid.

"Cool." There was silence for just a moment. "It's good to hear your voice. I'm sorry I didn't call you sooner."

"It's OK." Terry felt herself blush.

"You didn't think I'd call."

"No, I didn't."

"Why?"

"I'm not exactly the glamorous musician type."

"If you mean you're not the souvenir-collecting, brain-dead, 'had work done' type, you're right."

Terry laughed. "No. I meant I'm not the svelte, beautiful, sexy type."

Gene sighed. "I think you have a caring heart and an intelligent mind. To me, that's beautiful and sexy." he said.

Terry felt herself blush from her toes to her hairline. "Wow. Thank you." It was all she could do to continue breathing.

"Tomorrow at two then?" Gene asked.

"Yes," she said, forcing the sound out.

"OK. I'll see you then. Good night."

Terry hung up the phone and laid down. It was a good hour before her heart stopped pounding and she could get to sleep.