Who: Hunter Woolf and Natalie Evans What: A phone call Where: Their respective homes When: February 1st / 2030 - 9:30pm Rated: PG?
Hunter had the day off and had spent it doing errands. He'd finally gotten around to getting some groceries in to the house and returned his books (two days late) before checking out a few more that he wanted to read. It was easy enough to tell any interested passer by why he was borrowing knitting books that he was getting them for his mother. Harper's mother had taught him how to knit at a very young age, to keep him occupied while she watched her afternoon TV. The two of them would sit together and watch her 'stories' and knit. Hunter was a soap opera know it all from the age of six until about nine, when it came out at school that he watched them and everybody was making fun of him for it. He'd stopped watching soaps with his mother in the afternoon but he continued to knit. It was a stress reliever for the young boy.
Now that he was older, it was still something he didn't really talk about. The only person that knew he did knit was Maggie, and she had been nice enough not to mention his little hobby to anybody other then himself. He still didn't want people to know about it. Once he had his books he was off and running again, getting a haircut and then to the gym. The day had gone by so fast, it was hard to remember that he still had one more day until it was back to his nose to the grindstone.
Getting home late after having dinner with a friend, Hunter hopped in to the shower and washed away the day's stresses. Getting out, he wrapped himself in a towel and headed in to his bedroom, flipping on his computer and checking his email. Nothing. It figured. Hunter felt lonely. He wasn't sure why but he did. He glanced at the clock and noting the time, he knew well enough that his mother's were having a 'date' night tonight (Monday's they always had dinner together and often shooed their children to friend's houses so that they could have 'mommy time', talk about awkward when he was old enough to figure out what that meant), and so he knew he couldn't call his moms.
He heading to his dresser he pulled out a pair of pajama pants and tugged them off, after discarding the towel and then grabbed his cell phone. He could maybe call his sister. He tried her, and the phone went straight to voicemail. Sighing, he wondered what he should do. It was too late to go out, but he didn't want to be alone Chilli was even out, happily snoozing in the other room, Hunter could hear his snores. It was then he remembered the piece of paper that Natalie had given to him. She said she was done every day at three thirty, and it couldn't hurt to try her. Even if they just chatted, he knew that the conversation would be nice.
He tried to ignore the feeling in his stomach that she'd asked him out and likely expected him to give her an answer if he did call her, and reached for the paper, that was on his bedside, dialing it in to his phone and hitting the green send button, pressing the phone to his ear. When she answered it, he couldn't help but smile. He ran his hand through his damp hair and laid back on his bed. "Hey, it's me, Hunter." He waited.