"I can't do it", I said.
"Go on!", my friend insisted.
"No, I can't." I protested, "I'm not interested!"
This was a lie I knew. Deep down, I knew I was scared, an intense feeling of dread. What if she rejected me? I thought. What if, she slapped me and never talked to me again? I took a deep breath, am I brave enough to take the plunge?
"Ok fine," I conceded, "I'll only ask for her number, no more."
My friend let out a grin so wide I thought only the cheshire could manage. "Go on dude!" He teased.
I got up from my seat, my smartphone in my hand. 'Play it cool', I told myself, 'Just smile, and everything will be fine.' I didn't believe myself for one second. She was at the back of the kitchen, washing some plates left over by some customers. She had in her ears a pair of earphones, I did not know if they were on.
"Erhm, excuse me..." I stuttered. She didn't hear me.
"Sorry, excuse me..." I tried, a little louder this time. Still no response. I reached over, and gingerly gave her a poke on the shoulder. She jumped. Literally. And almost fell over.
"You scared me!" She cried, still startled by my poke.
"I'm so so sorry..." I replied as I tried to help steady her. "Could I... have your number?" I asked with my fingers crossed.
She looked at me in disbelief for a second. "Why do you want my number?" She retorted.
"I just thought, to make a new friend...?" I replied, unsure of what I was really thinking at that time. "If thats alright with you."
"Well, I can give you my facebook", She answered, with a small smile.
"Sure! Of course!" I said, sounding like a bumbling idiot.
'I've got to work on my pick-up skills', I thought as she typed her name into my phone. 'I've been out of the game for too long...'
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