(continued story) Sakura wondered if he really would be interested in her. She wished she had enough courage to ask him if he was. Just as she parted her mouth to speak, her mother's voice came sailing from the window. "Sakura, where are you? I need your help!" "Oh!" Sakura moaned. "I think I should be going now, I'm sorry." Risashi's face fell. "Oh. Da** it! I wish we had longer, I won't be able to come over again, I'll be scraping around finding work." he frowned disappointedly. Sakura darkened once again. Did he...like talking--to her? Maybe he did like her. Her spirits rose. "Well, maybe I can give you my number, and you can talk to anytime you want." she suggested. "Hold on, I think I have a pen in my pocket..." She slipped her hand in her skirt and sure enough there was a pen. She withdrew it. "Your number??" Risashi asked, tilting his head, thoroughly puzzled. "Yeah. Oh no, I don't have a piece of paper." she glanced at him bashfully. "Could I--would you mind if I used your hand to write it on? You could copy it onto paper when you get home." "What is this 'number'? How the he** can I talk to you with it?" Risashi demanded. Sakura flinched again at the cursing but shook it off. "My phone number, you know phone numbers." she insisted. "Phone...number?" Risashi raised one eyebrow. "Oh, you don't know what a phone is?" she realized. "Well, a phone is a machine that enables people to talk to each other, even though they're miles apart." Sakura tried to explain it vividly, though she feared she was failing. "It has two parts, a box and a head. You just put the head up to your ear and dial my number; it has numbers on the box. Anyway, you dial my number and it'll reach my house and you'll be able to talk me, alright?" "But...we don't have a phone." he countered then he stopped. "Wait...I think I saw those. I saw one in the street. They called it a 'payphone.'" Sakura nodded. "That it." she quickly scrawled her number on his palm, trying not to shake. She was touching his hand... After she was finished...