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Cliff really could have thought of something else to say but that one word was all that had slipped out within that moment. He had eyed Toby whenever he had looked down at his watch then back up at him and when he mentioned that he had to run. Of course, he did. Right here? Right now? It was obvious to Clifford that Toby did not want anything to do with him but suddenly, Toby was handing him a slip of paper, which he accepted but did not look down at it. His mind was racing as he just stood there and listened to his nervous talk.
'Oh, he still does that. So cute.' Clifford thought just as Toby started to walk away, which snapped him out of his thoughts as he turned around and eyed him. "It was great to see you too." Was that he had muttered as he was just as nervous, even though he ignited the spark for a conversation. He sighed softly to himself as he finally unraveled the piece of paper and saw Toby's number enclosed inside. He had quirked up a brow then headed to his office, wondering if he should really, really text him now or wait.
Clifford entered the inside of his office, phone already ringing off the hook as he picked it up and talked with the female on the other line. The conversation ended and he sat down, powering up his flat screen computer and pulled out his cell phone. His fingers punched in his passcode, which oddly was still Toby's birthday but he wasn't going to tell him that. His eyes looked down at his outfit as he was usually dressed in bright colors. Guess that today was the best day to wear black. After thinking about his outfit in his mind, he had entered in Toby's number then reluctantly, he shot him a text.
'Oh, he still does that. So cute.' Clifford thought just as Toby started to walk away, which snapped him out of his thoughts as he turned around and eyed him. "It was great to see you too." Was that he had muttered as he was just as nervous, even though he ignited the spark for a conversation. He sighed softly to himself as he finally unraveled the piece of paper and saw Toby's number enclosed inside. He had quirked up a brow then headed to his office, wondering if he should really, really text him now or wait.
Clifford entered the inside of his office, phone already ringing off the hook as he picked it up and talked with the female on the other line. The conversation ended and he sat down, powering up his flat screen computer and pulled out his cell phone. His fingers punched in his passcode, which oddly was still Toby's birthday but he wasn't going to tell him that. His eyes looked down at his outfit as he was usually dressed in bright colors. Guess that today was the best day to wear black. After thinking about his outfit in his mind, he had entered in Toby's number then reluctantly, he shot him a text.
To: Toby
If you were serious then I accept your offer for dinner tonight.
Send me the details when you get the chance.
If you were serious then I accept your offer for dinner tonight.
Send me the details when you get the chance.