“Are you making a crane? I hear if you make a thousand you get a wish…”
“No, no… Just make-shift earplugs. I save all the ones from shows I go to.”
“That sounds like the grossest scrapbook ever.”
I’m glad I learned your name last night.
And I’m glad that you liked mine.
I wanted to talk to you more but I am painfully, regrettably, terribly shy.
I’m not sure if you’ll read this, but if so…
we should run into each other again sometime.
Possibly proceed from thirty-word exchanges to a full-on conversation?
Just leave the scrapbook at home, tiger.