"Ten," James answered with a break in her disturbed quiet. Lifted out of it with a smile gone soft with the admission. There was a revival of music, like a door being opened, a muffled voice in the background, and then the quiet once again.
"I've got to go," she sighed into the receiver. "Maybe I'll see you later." It wasn't a question, just a subtle offer, a possibility. All mights and maybes.