He liked the way he could get her to smile; it was something that hadn't happened to him in a long while. "Really really," he said, smiling back. "Maybe I'll stop by the bakery, but I won't lie, you won't be seeing me there at four in the morning. My schedule is pretty flexible, but yes, Calista, I would like to see you again." Not because they were both psychics, or because she liked to watch him show off his powers, but because he liked hanging out with her. Even if sometimes it took him a moment to figure out why she said some of the things she did.
He let her take his hand and write her number there, along with cartoon ghost. He'd never had a girl write her number on his hand before, though he was no stranger to ink and often found his hands covered in paint after a long session in front of his canvas. "I like the little ghost," he said, waving his fingers at her, as if he could make the image on his hand moved. "And you're the only Calista I know, I won't be forgetting it soon."